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 Mozambique 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Alphaville to the dance 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Saints,
Eddi Front,
Kas Product,
The Residents,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
The Gap Band,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Magazine,
Tom Boy,
Tommy Roe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
the Slits,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
The Doors,
The Invisible,
Ronan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Accadde A,
Franke,
Desert Stars,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
Bluetip,
The Trojans,
These Immortal Souls,
The Tremeloes,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Royal Trux,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Anakelly,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Stetsasonic,
Bush Tetras,
Eve St. Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.