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 South Africa and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 synthesizer 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ 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 theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Procol Harum,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eddi Front,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Monolake,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Wolf Eyes,
Warren Ellis,
Vainqueur,
Spandau Ballet,
Pole,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
Newcleus,
Darondo,
Panda Bear,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sound,
Slick Rick,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
Robert Wyatt,
Simply Red,
the Sonics,
The Count Five,
Yazoo,
X-Ray Spex,
Sällskapet,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sam Rivers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tommy Roe,
Deakin,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.