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 Indonesia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 sitar 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 Q and Not U to the grunge 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Wire,
David Axelrod,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Alarm Clocks,
Young Marble Giants,
Magma,
Ituana,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Organ,
Bill Wells,
Amazonics,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
Camouflage,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Henry Cow,
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Technova,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
Fugazi,
Camberwell Now,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Juan Atkins,
Josef K,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Massinfluence,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
T.S.O.L.,
In Retrospect,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Ponytail,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.