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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Angry Samoans,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Essential Logic,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Idris Muhammad,
Sugar Minott,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Lyres,
Surgeon,
Bootsy Collins,
Skaos,
Excepter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Todd Rundgren,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bad Manners,
Wasted Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Pole,
Lalo Schifrin,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Minny Pops,
Urselle,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
U.S. Maple,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
The Angels of Light,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
David McCallum,
Hashim,
Gong,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Soulsonic Force,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.