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 Liberia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar 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 Ronan to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
The Index,
Von Mondo,
Joy Division,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Stereo Dub,
Ultravox,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flipper,
Liliput,
the Association,
Angry Samoans,
Sandy B,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Infiniti,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Cameo,
Slick Rick,
Absolute Body Control,
Eddi Front,
Con Funk Shun,
Yellowson,
Bobby Womack,
Amazonics,
Prince Buster,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Tubeway Army,
Pylon,
Johnny Clarke,
The Pretty Things,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Urselle,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Au Pairs,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Todd Rundgren,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harmonia,
The Human League,
L. Decosne,
World's Most,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.