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 Brazil and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the jazz 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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Barry Ungar,
Ultravox,
Negative Approach,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Main Source,
Nils Olav,
Arcadia,
The Toasters,
Piero Umiliani,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
The Young Rascals,
Second Layer,
The Standells,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
David McCallum,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
Gabor Szabo,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
Fatback Band,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Bobby Womack,
Byron Stingily,
Judy Mowatt,
Depeche Mode,
Spandau Ballet,
Max Romeo,
Crash Course in Science,
Circle Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Joe Smooth,
the Association,
Adolescents,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amazonics,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.