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 Eritrea and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Duran Duran. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
Nas,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Roxy Music,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Skaos,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Desert Stars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bill Wells,
Rod Modell,
Deepchord,
Grey Daturas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Inner City,
Sixth Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
The Moleskins,
Flipper,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Brick,
David Axelrod,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
A Certain Ratio,
China Crisis,
The Music Machine,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
The Dirtbombs,
The Young Rascals,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Groovy Waters,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.