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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Buzzcocks 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Sex Pistols,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Swans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dave Gahan,
The Slackers,
The Smiths,
Urselle,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Lungfish,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Hasil Adkins,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Monolake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Black Dice,
Glambeats Corp.,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Real Kids,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jacob Miller,
Bootsy Collins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Prince Buster,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.