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 Jamaica and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 the Normal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
The Offenders,
Intrusion,
The Searchers,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
The Standells,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
The Tremeloes,
Pantaleimon,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skarface,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
Fear,
Altered Images,
Massinfluence,
Radiohead,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Magma,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Count Five,
Spandau Ballet,
The Star Department,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Make Up,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Chrome,
Scientists,
Alison Limerick,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Second Layer,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.