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 Tunisia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Roxy Music,
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Average White Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Ronnie Foster,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
The Buckinghams,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fela Kuti,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
Wolf Eyes,
Black Pus,
The Gap Band,
The Litter,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Cybotron,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
World's Most,
Jacob Miller,
Ponytail,
The Move,
Section 25,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Electric Prunes,
Juan Atkins,
Cymande,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
Althea and Donna,
Steve Hackett,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.