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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Motions to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Thompson Twins,
The Young Rascals,
The Misunderstood,
Darondo,
Juan Atkins,
Lebanon Hanover,
James White and The Blacks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Junior Murvin,
Hasil Adkins,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
The Skatalites,
Pere Ubu,
Boredoms,
The Pop Group,
Maleditus Sound,
The Buckinghams,
Roxy Music,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gories,
Janne Schatter,
John Holt,
Blancmange,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
DNA,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Leonard Cohen,
Technova,
The Victims,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
LL Cool J,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents,
Deepchord,
Joe Smooth,
K-Klass,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.