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 Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Glasgow and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Simply Red 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Theoretical Girls,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Blancmange,
Thompson Twins,
Sandy B,
Barbara Tucker,
the Human League,
The Vogues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Hardrive,
The Monks,
Minnie Riperton,
Nick Fraelich,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Unrelated Segments,
James White and The Blacks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Fugazi,
The Young Rascals,
Archie Shepp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Davy DMX,
The Neon Judgement,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Move,
ABC,
Kayak,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
ABBA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
Monks,
Jeff Lynne,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.