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 Estonia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxette,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
Stiv Bators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sonic Youth,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Unwound,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deakin,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül II,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cybotron,
FM Einheit,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Victims,
Piero Umiliani,
Bobby Womack,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Qualms,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Janne Schatter,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
Kenny Larkin,
A Certain Ratio,
Quantec,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.