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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Mandrill to the rock 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
The Human League,
Dead Boys,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
The Velvet Underground,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Adolescents,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Hood,
Chris Corsano,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Make Up,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Cluster,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Interpol,
The Standells,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
The Smoke,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
Symarip,
Simply Red,
Television Personalities,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Ornette Coleman,
ABC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
A Certain Ratio,
Shuggie Otis,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Josef K,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.