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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Lungfish 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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Derrick May,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
China Crisis,
A Certain Ratio,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Barbara Tucker,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Beau Brummels,
Pulsallama,
The Divine Comedy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacques Brel,
PIL,
Kas Product,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
Arab on Radar,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
Franke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Simply Red,
Erasure,
Tommy Roe,
The Moody Blues,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
KRS-One,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Rapeman,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.