Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Moldova and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
David Axelrod,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Görl,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Rufus Thomas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rapeman,
La Düsseldorf,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Juan Atkins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
World's Most,
Magma,
Excepter,
Aswad,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Alphaville,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mandrill,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roxy Music,
10cc,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dorothy Ashby,
New Order,
Zapp,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Sneak,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Buzzcocks,
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.