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 Austria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Second Layer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
AZ,
Subhumans,
Jacob Miller,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
X-101,
Kerri Chandler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aural Exciters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
Altered Images,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang of Four,
Brick,
The Durutti Column,
Don Cherry,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Nik Kershaw,
Unrelated Segments,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scan 7,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Magazine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Siglo XX,
The Misunderstood,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Alton Ellis,
Skaos,
Oneida,
Morten Harket,
Leonard Cohen,
Spoonie Gee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
Archie Shepp,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
U.S. Maple,
Scratch Acid,
Rekid,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.