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 Antigua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the funk 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
Marmalade,
The Slackers,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
the Human League,
Tomorrow,
Rakim,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T.S.O.L.,
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick Morgan,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Fugazi,
Kaleidoscope,
Althea and Donna,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Moss Icon,
Rekid,
Isaac Hayes,
Qualms,
Roger Hodgson,
The Stooges,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Toasters,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Fad Gadget,
Blossom Toes,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sparks,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Rosa Yemen,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Tremeloes,
Spoonie Gee,
Underground Resistance,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.