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 Barbados and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mantronix,
The Walker Brothers,
Aaron Thompson,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Bad Manners,
The Alarm Clocks,
Make Up,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Underground Resistance,
The Tremeloes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Groovy Waters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Tom Boy,
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Wells,
Yellowson,
Television,
Livin' Joy,
Skriet,
Can,
Inner City,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Fad Gadget,
Ralphi Rosario,
New Age Steppers,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Urselle,
Janne Schatter,
Slave,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ludus,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.