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 Burundi and from Jakarta.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cowsills to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Goldenarms,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
Scan 7,
Robert Görl,
Suburban Knight,
Oneida,
Quantec,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Groovy Waters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
Country Teasers,
Barrington Levy,
Mo-Dettes,
DJ Style,
Wings,
The Black Dice,
Soul Sonic Force,
Talk Talk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moebius,
Public Enemy,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
Inner City,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rosa Yemen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacob Miller,
The Selecter,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bad Manners,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tears for Fears,
Eurythmics,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
The Evens,
Gichy Dan,
Fela Kuti,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Cecil Taylor,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.