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 Solomon Islands and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
The Monochrome Set,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Easy Going,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David Bowie,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
The Standells,
Clear Light,
Janne Schatter,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Joy Division,
Jawbox,
Boz Scaggs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Zero Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Tom Boy,
Deepchord,
Dave Gahan,
Arab on Radar,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ice-T,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Bronski Beat,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Godley & Creme,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gap Band,
Jacques Brel,
Hashim,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.