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 Macedonia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Soft Cell,
Crime,
World's Most,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Charles Mingus,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Lydon,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Ronan,
Aaron Thompson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marvin Gaye,
Rakim,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Trumans Water,
Minor Threat,
Arthur Verocai,
The Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Sneak,
Fear,
Eric Copeland,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
Oblivians,
Camouflage,
Kas Product,
AZ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.