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 Netherlands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Mars,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Aloha Tigers,
Mission of Burma,
Monks,
Technova,
Quando Quango,
the Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Quantec,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Bananas,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Bill Wells,
The Moleskins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Groovy Waters,
The American Breed,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Subhumans,
Ossler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Main Source,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
Niagra,
The Blackbyrds,
Y Pants,
Sugar Minott,
Massinfluence,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
New York Dolls,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Rufus Thomas,
Smog,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.