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 Fiji and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
The Invisible,
Erasure,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Piero Umiliani,
Stetsasonic,
Slave,
Rites of Spring,
Kevin Saunderson,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Howard Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
In Retrospect,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Ten City,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Livin' Joy,
Mr. Review,
Peter & Gordon,
Glenn Branca,
MC5,
Ronnie Foster,
The Star Department,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bad Manners,
Henry Cow,
Joy Division,
Black Moon,
the Association,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Judy Mowatt,
Eli Mardock,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.