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 Lesotho and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Make Up to the rock 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Mad Mike,
The Young Rascals,
Bush Tetras,
Procol Harum,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
The Birthday Party,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cameo,
The Stooges,
R.M.O.,
Althea and Donna,
48th St. Collective,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cure,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris Corsano,
Eden Ahbez,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Isaac Hayes,
Neu!,
Soul II Soul,
The Trojans,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
CMW,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Funky Four + One,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
This Heat,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.