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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chrome,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marmalade,
Ohio Players,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Groovy Waters,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doors,
Sexual Harrassment,
Graham Central Station,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Simply Red,
Todd Rundgren,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
ABBA,
The Beau Brummels,
Section 25,
Jacob Miller,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Glenn Branca,
Tears for Fears,
Qualms,
H. Thieme,
Funkadelic,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
The Fortunes,
Pussy Galore,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Easy Going,
Patti Smith,
Infiniti,
The Human League,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gong,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.