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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 The Flesh Eaters to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Ronnie Foster,
Dave Gahan,
Arthur Verocai,
Slick Rick,
Aural Exciters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ultravox,
Sound Behaviour,
Danielle Patucci,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Sonic Youth,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Scratch Acid,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Erasure,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Mission of Burma,
The Associates,
ABBA,
Whodini,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
Bluetip,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Shoche,
Massinfluence,
Siglo XX,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
Ponytail,
Bill Wells,
Freddie Wadling,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Sixth Finger,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
MDC,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
The Pop Group,
The J.B.'s,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Davy DMX,
The Barracudas,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.