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 Austria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Eli Mardock,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Kayak,
The Mojo Men,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
Harmonia,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Jacques Brel,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Raincoats,
Popol Vuh,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
EPMD,
Niagra,
ABBA,
John Lydon,
The Selecter,
The Gun Club,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Lungfish,
Eden Ahbez,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Zero Boys,
Rakim,
B.T. Express,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Carl Craig,
Glambeats Corp.,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.