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 Guyana and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
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 clarinet 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 Bobby Womack 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
The Move,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Leaves,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cramps,
Brick,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roy Ayers,
Pole,
Model 500,
K-Klass,
Delta 5,
Shoche,
ABBA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
Moss Icon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Cameo,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pylon,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Scientists,
Pantytec,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.