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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Rotary Connection to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Robert Wyatt,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mantronix,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Liliput,
June Days,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultravox,
Lou Christie,
the Association,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül,
K-Klass,
Hoover,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
The Durutti Column,
Symarip,
Laurel Aitken,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Letta Mbulu,
Inner City,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joyce Sims,
Alice Coltrane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
Oneida,
Ronan,
Slick Rick,
Chris & Cosey,
Livin' Joy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Agent Orange,
Henry Cow,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Fat Boys,
PIL,
The Star Department,
Rotary Connection,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.