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 Saudi Arabia and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Eddi Front to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Detroit Cobras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
The Sound,
Spoonie Gee,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Tres Demented,
The Evens,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Aswad,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
10cc,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bootsy Collins,
Swell Maps,
Vladislav Delay,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scion,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Robert Hood,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Sister Nancy,
Suburban Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Index,
Absolute Body Control,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Buzzcocks,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.