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 Cameroon and from Sao Paulo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Althea and Donna to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Kurtis Blow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Peter & Gordon,
Fear,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Last Poets,
John Lydon,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
Gang Starr,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Urselle,
The Human League,
Sällskapet,
The Neon Judgement,
The Associates,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Technova,
Crooked Eye,
Anthony Braxton,
Roxette,
Guru Guru,
John Coltrane,
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warsaw,
Peter and Kerry,
Amazonics,
DJ Style,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Fuzztones,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.