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 Kiribati 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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Erasure to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fortunes,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks,
The Angels of Light,
Mark Hollis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Birthday Party,
Depeche Mode,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Beau Brummels,
Erasure,
The Searchers,
The Red Krayola,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deadbeat,
Aswad,
the Human League,
ABBA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
Lalann,
D'Angelo,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wally Richardson,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Little Man,
Outsiders,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Dolphy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Victims,
H. Thieme,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eden Ahbez,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.