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 Belgium and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Soul II Soul 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Davy DMX,
Slick Rick,
Hashim,
Sarah Menescal,
Pylon,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Pagans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Duran Duran,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dead C,
The Five Americans,
Marvin Gaye,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
FM Einheit,
Adolescents,
Monks,
Leonard Cohen,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
Pet Shop Boys,
Clear Light,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Lindisfarne,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pole,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
Main Source,
The Victims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Almond,
DJ Style,
Oneida,
Intrusion,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Black Bananas,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.