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 Palau and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Gerry Rafferty to the jazz 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DJ Style,
Visage,
Negative Approach,
Eden Ahbez,
Boredoms,
Babytalk,
Ossler,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Davy DMX,
Yellowson,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
John Foxx,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Banda Bassotti,
Agent Orange,
Organ,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cymande,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Magma,
Das Ding,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Pagans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Cheater Slicks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Darondo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Symarip,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Aswad,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
Ohio Players,
Althea and Donna,
Faraquet,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Angry Samoans,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.