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 Equatorial Guinea and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barry Ungar,
Suburban Knight,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Matthew Bourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed,
FM Einheit,
Amon Düül II,
Johnny Clarke,
The Toasters,
Dave Gahan,
Altered Images,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
Dawn Penn,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Outsiders,
Yaz,
Toni Rubio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Theoretical Girls,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Vladislav Delay,
the Sonics,
Franke,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Rapeman,
Max Romeo,
John Foxx,
Niagra,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gong,
Barrington Levy,
Liliput,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronnie Foster,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Little Man,
John Coltrane,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Technova,
Ludus,
Soul II Soul,
Index,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.