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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 Pantaleimon to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Eli Mardock,
Lakeside,
Nick Fraelich,
Alton Ellis,
Radiohead,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ludus,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
The Gories,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Dawn Penn,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Von Mondo,
Deadbeat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Jawbox,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
The Mummies,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters,
Motorama,
Jeff Mills,
James White and The Blacks,
Janne Schatter,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Searchers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erykah Badu,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Joe Smooth,
Kas Product,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Television,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Minnie Riperton,
Yazoo,
Lou Reed,
Sex Pistols,
L. Decosne,
Fad Gadget,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical 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.