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 Togo and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Yusef Lateef,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jeff Mills,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Bourne,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Ice-T,
Average White Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
10cc,
Neu!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Country Teasers,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
a-ha,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
The Zeros,
Pylon,
The Happenings,
Robert Görl,
Lalo Schifrin,
June Days,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.