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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Model 500,
Sonny Sharrock,
China Crisis,
Delta 5,
The Busters,
Yusef Lateef,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Newcleus,
Youth Brigade,
The Buckinghams,
Anakelly,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
David Bowie,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Victims,
Glenn Branca,
Alison Limerick,
Moebius,
Quantec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Raincoats,
Sound Behaviour,
JFA,
Bootsy Collins,
Los Fastidios,
FM Einheit,
Bronski Beat,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dead C,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sun Ra,
Jerry's Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Jeff Lynne,
Camberwell Now,
Carl Craig,
Erasure,
Ituana,
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.