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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Brass Construction to the techno 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Royal Trux,
Rosa Yemen,
Magma,
Bronski Beat,
The Dirtbombs,
Erasure,
Absolute Body Control,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
AZ,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Aloha Tigers,
Dennis Brown,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Malaria!,
Underground Resistance,
Funky Four + One,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
The Monks,
Fluxion,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
The Happenings,
Easy Going,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bush Tetras,
Public Enemy,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.