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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jerry's Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Roger Hodgson,
Scratch Acid,
A Certain Ratio,
the Human League,
The Knickerbockers,
Qualms,
The Barracudas,
Agent Orange,
Parry Music,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Freddie Wadling,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dennis Brown,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
The Litter,
Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joey Negro,
Alton Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Silicon Teens,
Ponytail,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scan 7,
Quando Quango,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Evens,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Heaven 17,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers,
The Fuzztones,
Todd Rundgren,
Steve Hackett,
The Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
Livin' Joy,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Mojo Men,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Aloha Tigers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.