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 Guinea-Bissau and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
MDC,
JFA,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lakeside,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
Delta 5,
Visage,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Qualms,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sound,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
This Heat,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Hot Snakes,
CMW,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
Boredoms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kayak,
The Cure,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
New York Dolls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Magma,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.