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 Hungary and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Malaria! to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Letta Mbulu,
China Crisis,
Interpol,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Whodini,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scan 7,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Bobby Womack,
Black Pus,
Supertramp,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Silicon Teens,
Ten City,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Girls At Our Best!,
Excepter,
Kenny Larkin,
Guru Guru,
Shuggie Otis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Absolute Body Control,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Dual Sessions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Finger,
Moss Icon,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Flash Fearless,
Donny Hathaway,
Nick Fraelich,
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantaleimon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gladiators,
Gregory Isaacs,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.