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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Trumans Water to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
A Certain Ratio,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gap Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Stetsasonic,
Ten City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
New Order,
Motorama,
Delon & Dalcan,
JFA,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Parry Music,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soul II Soul,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Monolake,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Heaven 17,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultra Naté,
China Crisis,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
the Human League,
The Pretty Things,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Suicide,
Warren Ellis,
Index,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.