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 Seychelles and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Outsiders,
Schoolly D,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Roxy Music,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Misunderstood,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
UT,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Man Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Sällskapet,
Moebius,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Görl,
Freddie Wadling,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Pulsallama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
a-ha,
Hardrive,
JFA,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
KRS-One,
the Soft Cell,
June Days,
Fatback Band,
Blancmange,
Bill Wells,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Star Department,
Amazonics,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.