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 Luxembourg and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dawn Penn,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Can,
Marshall Jefferson,
JFA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Fugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joyce Sims,
The Standells,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Normal,
Camouflage,
The Associates,
The Motions,
Suburban Knight,
Whodini,
Wire,
Shoche,
Morten Harket,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Foxx,
Porter Ricks,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Goldenarms,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Funkadelic,
The Slackers,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Stereo Dub,
Fat Boys,
Anakelly,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Terrestrial Tones,
AZ,
Urselle,
Scion,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.