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 Panama and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Schoolly D to the disco 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
KRS-One,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ralphi Rosario,
Patti Smith,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
Magma,
The Saints,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Visage,
The Residents,
Bronski Beat,
Lalann,
Sparks,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Essential Logic,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
World's Most,
Alice Coltrane,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan,
10cc,
Arthur Verocai,
Electric Prunes,
Nirvana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bauhaus,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gichy Dan,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.