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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Monochrome Set to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Wasted Youth,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Visage,
Flipper,
The Five Americans,
Warsaw,
the Swans,
Half Japanese,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Warren Ellis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gang Green,
The Blues Magoos,
PIL,
Deepchord,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chrome,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Second Layer,
T.S.O.L.,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blackbyrds,
Radiohead,
The Alarm Clocks,
Supertramp,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Real Kids,
Morten Harket,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.