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 Kuwait and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash 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 Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Sound Behaviour,
Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Silicon Teens,
The Slits,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Echospace,
Ice-T,
Sight & Sound,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Bluetip,
Yellowson,
Scrapy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Clarke,
Theoretical Girls,
The New Christs,
The Dirtbombs,
Joyce Sims,
EPMD,
Brand Nubian,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
CMW,
Eden Ahbez,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Toasters,
The Moody Blues,
The Cowsills,
Deepchord,
Dawn Penn,
Lalann,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Star Department,
F. McDonald,
The Wake,
Matthew Halsall,
Massinfluence,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.