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 St Lucia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ 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 Lalann to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Royal Trux,
AZ,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Trumans Water,
ABBA,
Terry Callier,
Patti Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Swans,
The Mojo Men,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Vainqueur,
Sight & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Faraquet,
The Beau Brummels,
Harmonia,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Echospace,
Basic Channel,
Andrew Hill,
Bauhaus,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Alton Ellis,
Cheater Slicks,
Scan 7,
Urselle,
The Misunderstood,
The Electric Prunes,
Jacques Brel,
Easy Going,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Public Enemy,
Dawn Penn,
Davy DMX,
The Searchers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.