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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 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 Knickerbockers to the electroclash 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gerry Rafferty,
Agitation Free,
The Leaves,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
The Last Poets,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zapp,
X-Ray Spex,
Underground Resistance,
Funkadelic,
The Residents,
Wire,
John Coltrane,
Kas Product,
UT,
Spoonie Gee,
Grauzone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Qualms,
Man Eating Sloth,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The United States of America,
Pole,
Black Flag,
The Flesh Eaters,
Barbara Tucker,
Kerri Chandler,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gichy Dan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.