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 Russia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Stockholm Monsters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
The Fall,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Ultravox,
The Names,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Max Romeo,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
Roxette,
Gong,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Toasters,
Magma,
Vladislav Delay,
Don Cherry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Anakelly,
The Velvet Underground,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Depeche Mode,
Popol Vuh,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Human League,
Bill Near,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Hoover,
X-101,
New Order,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Royal Trux,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sexual Harrassment,
Delta 5,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.