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 Zimbabwe and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Section 25,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Misunderstood,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Simply Red,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
The Walker Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Bad Manners,
Qualms,
Grey Daturas,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scan 7,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lakeside,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo,
Spandau Ballet,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cramps,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
Negative Approach,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Second Layer,
Stetsasonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Style,
Essential Logic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiohead,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Deakin,
Au Pairs,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
Outsiders,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.