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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Model 500 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
Pole,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Knickerbockers,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Ronnie Foster,
The Walker Brothers,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Moebius,
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sex Pistols,
Tommy Roe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Eating Sloth,
Blake Baxter,
Idris Muhammad,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
Colin Newman,
Gichy Dan,
Qualms,
Tom Boy,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
Heaven 17,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
David McCallum,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Second Layer,
a-ha,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool Moe Dee,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.