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 China and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 World's Most to the crunk 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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Pretty Things,
Agitation Free,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Banda Bassotti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Pus,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Moon,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
The Raincoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill,
Alphaville,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Association,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
The Leaves,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
a-ha,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Boredoms,
Los Fastidios,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Rekid,
Porter Ricks,
H. Thieme,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Flesh Eaters,
Franke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bronski Beat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
John Foxx,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Rakim,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.