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 Afghanistan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Gang Green to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
AZ,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Kenny Larkin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boogie Down Productions,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moby Grape,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Lyres,
Royal Trux,
The Fall,
The Last Poets,
Wire,
Newcleus,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Popol Vuh,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Steve Hackett,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Desert Stars,
Fatback Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Marshall Jefferson,
Boz Scaggs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bauhaus,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Suburban Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
Altered Images,
a-ha,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.