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 Equatorial Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Sister Nancy,
Jacob Miller,
T. Rex,
Symarip,
The Modern Lovers,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rakim,
Television,
The Monks,
The Busters,
Grey Daturas,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Drexciya,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Fortunes,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Minor Threat,
Q65,
The Detroit Cobras,
Second Layer,
Suburban Knight,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lucky Dragons,
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
The Associates,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Deepchord,
10cc,
Fad Gadget,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Moon,
David McCallum,
Skriet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Move,
Quadrant,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.