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 Japan and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 The Golliwogs to the grime 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Massinfluence tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Litter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Suburban Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Alison Limerick,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Joyce Sims,
X-101,
Shoche,
Roxette,
Sarah Menescal,
Bronski Beat,
L. Decosne,
Rosa Yemen,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
Pole,
Fluxion,
10cc,
Eric Copeland,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Barrington Levy,
Sun Ra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Amon Düül II,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
cv313,
Harmonia,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Tremeloes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Godley & Creme,
Ituana,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.