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 Guinea-Bissau and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ronan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Vogues,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nirvana,
Agent Orange,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
The Birthday Party,
June Days,
The Associates,
Subhumans,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
Maurizio,
B.T. Express,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Brass Construction,
Youth Brigade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minny Pops,
Bizarre Inc.,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
The Fire Engines,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Reuben Wilson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.