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 Guinea-Bissau and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Visage to the rock 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
June of 44,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Sex Pistols,
The Victims,
The Sonics,
MC5,
The Names,
Magazine,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Television Personalities,
Reuben Wilson,
Albert Ayler,
Black Bananas,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
X-102,
Buzzcocks,
Dawn Penn,
Loose Ends,
Sound Behaviour,
Scan 7,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pussy Galore,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Mummies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ronan,
Howard Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Joey Negro,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Wake,
Leonard Cohen,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
These Immortal Souls,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
D'Angelo,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
This Heat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Five Americans,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.