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 Armenia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Make Up to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maleditus Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Scott Walker,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Electric Prunes,
John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Lungfish,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Byron Stingily,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brand Nubian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Pantytec,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tears for Fears,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
Deadbeat,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television Personalities,
Amon Düül,
Monks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Slave,
FM Einheit,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Accadde A,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Thompson Twins,
Yazoo,
The Stooges,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.