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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang Green,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Radiopuhelimet,
R.M.O.,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
The Cure,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Cheater Slicks,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lightning Bolt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Lynne,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Fire Engines,
KRS-One,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
Unrelated Segments,
Depeche Mode,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gun Club,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sex Pistols,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.