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 Mauritius and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Throbbing Gristle,
Television Personalities,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
Sister Nancy,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-102,
The Remains,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
Judy Mowatt,
Ronnie Foster,
Sällskapet,
Ken Boothe,
The Moleskins,
John Holt,
The Litter,
The Leaves,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kurtis Blow,
The Busters,
Albert Ayler,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
New Order,
Eve St. Jones,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Absolute Body Control,
Lalann,
Blossom Toes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
48th St. Collective,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Harry Pussy,
Eurythmics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Max Romeo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donny Hathaway,
Rapeman,
Yaz,
Joensuu 1685,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mad Mike,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.