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 Indonesia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mummies,
PIL,
Dual Sessions,
The Sonics,
The Walker Brothers,
Ituana,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Style,
Qualms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiopuhelimet,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Khruangbin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cowsills,
the Bar-Kays,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Subhumans,
Tubeway Army,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Glenn Branca,
the Normal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scratch Acid,
T. Rex,
Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
The Mojo Men,
June Days,
Monolake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Martian,
the Swans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
48th St. Collective,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.