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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Index to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Terry Callier,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Lindisfarne,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Bad Manners,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Tim Buckley,
Index,
Scan 7,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Swell Maps,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slits,
The Raincoats,
the Sonics,
cv313,
The Gun Club,
Thompson Twins,
The Busters,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sparks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Minny Pops,
X-Ray Spex,
Patti Smith,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
Grey Daturas,
Public Enemy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Zeros,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Boredoms,
Suburban Knight,
The Wake,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Derrick Morgan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rakim,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.