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 Taiwan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ 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 Erasure to the grunge 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
The Raincoats,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bluetip,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
Hasil Adkins,
Heaven 17,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
Tres Demented,
Howard Jones,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
The Zeros,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Althea and Donna,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Desert Stars,
This Heat,
Unrelated Segments,
Brass Construction,
The Sound,
Lower 48,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
the Bar-Kays,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Charles Mingus,
Reagan Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.