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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hardrive,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aural Exciters,
The Mummies,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Bananas,
The Fuzztones,
Joey Negro,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Delta 5,
Soulsonic Force,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Green,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skarface,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Dark Day,
Swell Maps,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
Popol Vuh,
The Barracudas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Human League,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
The Residents,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
Arab on Radar,
Camberwell Now,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül II,
Minutemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.