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 Senegal and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
New Age Steppers,
Nas,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Golliwogs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
LL Cool J,
The United States of America,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Aloha Tigers,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
The Monks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti,
Arab on Radar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
Danielle Patucci,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
T.S.O.L.,
ABC,
Hasil Adkins,
Terry Callier,
Babytalk,
Pulsallama,
Patti Smith,
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
Model 500,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Pole,
CMW,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Fad Gadget,
X-102,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Liliput,
Massinfluence,
Godley & Creme,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.