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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Minnie Riperton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel,
The Barracudas,
New Order,
10cc,
Prince Buster,
Gang Starr,
Outsiders,
Moby Grape,
Clear Light,
D'Angelo,
UT,
Alice Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Neu!,
Metal Thangz,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Gil Scott Heron,
Reagan Youth,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
Peter and Kerry,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Brand Nubian,
Eve St. Jones,
MC5,
Radiohead,
Bluetip,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
World's Most,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.