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 St Lucia and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Offenders,
Ultravox,
Harry Pussy,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Peter and Kerry,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Sheep,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Bourne,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
The Barracudas,
The Monks,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pagans,
The Birthday Party,
the Sonics,
the Swans,
Animal Collective,
Simply Red,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Boredoms,
Godley & Creme,
Piero Umiliani,
Nils Olav,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gang Green,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Minny Pops,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Aural Exciters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ohio Players,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.