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 Finland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 rap 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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Leaves,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Icehouse,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
the Bar-Kays,
Circle Jerks,
Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
The Smoke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Saints,
The Litter,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smiths,
Visage,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Moby Grape,
Jacob Miller,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
This Heat,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
Brass Construction,
Scrapy,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Minnie Riperton,
Lungfish,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.