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 Portland.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 F. McDonald to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Morten Harket,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
AZ,
Depeche Mode,
The Slits,
UT,
Joy Division,
Bill Wells,
Gichy Dan,
Robert Wyatt,
Guru Guru,
Talk Talk,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Music Machine,
Aswad,
The Barracudas,
Minny Pops,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Cheater Slicks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
China Crisis,
Bronski Beat,
Second Layer,
Circle Jerks,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Tomorrow,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Byron Stingily,
The Doors,
Lalann,
Kas Product,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The New Christs,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
Bang On A Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Faraquet,
Bobby Womack,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.