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 Swaziland and from London.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Fluxion to the disco 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erasure,
Blossom Toes,
Crime,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
The Zeros,
Amon Düül II,
Agent Orange,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
The Real Kids,
These Immortal Souls,
Jerry's Kids,
Lungfish,
Camouflage,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Scratch Acid,
Morten Harket,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Underground Resistance,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
AZ,
The Smoke,
The Moleskins,
Arab on Radar,
The Gap Band,
cv313,
Rotary Connection,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Trumans Water,
Essential Logic,
The Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
The J.B.'s,
Theoretical Girls,
Intrusion,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.