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 Barbados and from London.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Kas Product,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Ten City,
The Angels of Light,
The Pop Group,
Nico,
Shoche,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
MDC,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Au Pairs,
Erykah Badu,
China Crisis,
Simply Red,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
The Smoke,
Bluetip,
Kaleidoscope,
Letta Mbulu,
Ornette Coleman,
Ohio Players,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Bowie,
Bobby Byrd,
Piero Umiliani,
Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
DNA,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Joyce Sims,
Schoolly D,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül II,
World's Most,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
Procol Harum,
Lungfish,
Symarip,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marc Almond,
the Germs,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.