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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 June of 44 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nirvana,
The Skatalites,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
Q65,
CMW,
Swell Maps,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
The Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Von Mondo,
Swans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
LL Cool J,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Janne Schatter,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ludus,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marvin Gaye,
The Mummies,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.