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 Monaco and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Monks to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Pussy Galore,
a-ha,
Reuben Wilson,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The Doors,
Rod Modell,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Black Dice,
the Bar-Kays,
Funkadelic,
Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
Japan,
Spandau Ballet,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Sex Pistols,
New Order,
The Leaves,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
Metal Thangz,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sister Nancy,
New York Dolls,
L. Decosne,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Little Man,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Associates,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nick Fraelich,
Porter Ricks,
The Moody Blues,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Smoke,
DJ Sneak,
The Trojans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Judy Mowatt,
the Swans,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Franke,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.