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 Equatorial Guinea and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Groovy Waters,
Donald Byrd,
Bauhaus,
Tommy Roe,
Eddi Front,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Junior Murvin,
Gabor Szabo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doors,
Quantec,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
The Invisible,
Tim Buckley,
Buzzcocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Faust,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
Animal Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rapeman,
John Cale,
Traffic Nightmare,
Howard Jones,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
This Heat,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Tremeloes,
The Victims,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
The Angels of Light,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.