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 Italy and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the organ 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 Fear to the grunge 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
Sparks,
Monks,
The Stooges,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nas,
Charles Mingus,
Yaz,
U.S. Maple,
The Buckinghams,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Inner City,
8 Eyed Spy,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Bang On A Can,
The Modern Lovers,
The Velvet Underground,
The Gun Club,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chrome,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Junior Murvin,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Yellowson,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Max Romeo,
Sällskapet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Piero Umiliani,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
ABBA,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.