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 Switzerland 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Niagra to the disco 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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Toasters,
Dead Boys,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
The Grass Roots,
Rod Modell,
Desert Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pulsallama,
the Germs,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
John Coltrane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Popol Vuh,
Tres Demented,
Black Sheep,
Sixth Finger,
Gang of Four,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
the Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Human League,
The Standells,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
June of 44,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Nirvana,
Michelle Simonal,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Techniques,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.