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 Syria and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Rakim to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lalann,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Juan Atkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Y Pants,
Bobby Byrd,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Organ,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sound Behaviour,
The Black Dice,
the Normal,
Q65,
Stetsasonic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispian St. Peters,
Deadbeat,
China Crisis,
Wally Richardson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Surgeon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radio Birdman,
Stiv Bators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lower 48,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Laurel Aitken,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.