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 Swaziland and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1978 at the first Visage 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 Pharoah Sanders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Von Mondo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
The Human League,
Rosa Yemen,
This Heat,
Graham Central Station,
Joey Negro,
Jerry's Kids,
Silicon Teens,
John Foxx,
Wings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Livin' Joy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eli Mardock,
The American Breed,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
T.S.O.L.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Monochrome Set,
Lungfish,
Fatback Band,
a-ha,
The Stooges,
the Soft Cell,
The Skatalites,
Essential Logic,
the Human League,
Ohio Players,
Soul II Soul,
Interpol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Black Flag,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Mandrill,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Doobie Brothers,
Swell Maps,
June Days,
The Beau Brummels,
Goldenarms,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick May,
Deepchord,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Invisible,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.