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 Micronesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Judy Mowatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
James White and The Blacks,
Harmonia,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Wells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Freddie Wadling,
Camouflage,
Yellowson,
The Happenings,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
The Motions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Piero Umiliani,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June of 44,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joyce Sims,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mo-Dettes,
Gong,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Pus,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.