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 Cameroon and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Pop Group to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Ten City,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
The Cramps,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Zeros,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Wake,
John Holt,
Maleditus Sound,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Delta 5,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
Sound Behaviour,
Ronan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Divine Comedy,
Eden Ahbez,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Henry Cow,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Kas Product,
Animal Collective,
Suicide,
Black Sheep,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Cecil Taylor,
These Immortal Souls,
FM Einheit,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Subhumans,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.