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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Funkadelic to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Ponytail,
MDC,
Marmalade,
Yaz,
Crooked Eye,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Index,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Count Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cecil Taylor,
CMW,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Infiniti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Absolute Body Control,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Colin Newman,
Zapp,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
Unwound,
Chris & Cosey,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jeff Lynne,
David Bowie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Germs,
Suicide,
The Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Barry Ungar,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.