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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Spoonie Gee,
Mr. Review,
Wally Richardson,
Crash Course in Science,
Lindisfarne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
Ultravox,
Oblivians,
Das Ding,
Camberwell Now,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Dawn Penn,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
The Martian,
Los Fastidios,
Cecil Taylor,
L. Decosne,
The Victims,
Johnny Clarke,
Bob Dylan,
Ken Boothe,
The Divine Comedy,
Sugar Minott,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
Minny Pops,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.