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 Venezuela and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the disco 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lightning Bolt,
Yusef Lateef,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Marvin Gaye,
Ronan,
Masters at Work,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crooked Eye,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Görl,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fluxion,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tubeway Army,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gladiators,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Second Layer,
Scan 7,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scrapy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Albert Ayler,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Music Machine,
Joe Finger,
Sixth Finger,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Inner City,
Flash Fearless,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.