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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Moon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
The Trojans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Negative Approach,
John Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Aswad,
Ultra Naté,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Residents,
Quantec,
The Slackers,
Groovy Waters,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Tubeway Army,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Livin' Joy,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
Piero Umiliani,
Gong,
Skarface,
Black Moon,
CMW,
Buzzcocks,
New Order,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
The United States of America,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Crime,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
Dual Sessions,
Boogie Down Productions,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.