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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer 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 Second Layer to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Theoretical Girls,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Excepter,
Amon Düül II,
The Zeros,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Standells,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Main Source,
Mantronix,
Faust,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Todd Terry,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
Black Flag,
The Fortunes,
Barry Ungar,
Spandau Ballet,
Rakim,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Görl,
Johnny Clarke,
the Germs,
The Wake,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Sex Pistols,
Cecil Taylor,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
The Divine Comedy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alphaville,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
China Crisis,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.