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 Colombia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Hill to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Depeche Mode,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Donny Hathaway,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Quando Quango,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Michelle Simonal,
Yazoo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bill Near,
The Doors,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Intrusion,
X-102,
Aural Exciters,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Vogues,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
John Lydon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marine Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Laurel Aitken,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
John Cale,
LL Cool J,
David Axelrod,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lungfish,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.