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 Guyana and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Wally Richardson to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
MDC,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Magazine,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Albert Ayler,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Brand Nubian,
Joey Negro,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drexciya,
Interpol,
Colin Newman,
Steve Hackett,
Grauzone,
The Real Kids,
Erykah Badu,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rotary Connection,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Bang On A Can,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Sällskapet,
Anakelly,
Freddie Wadling,
Pylon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Cymande,
Harry Pussy,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.