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 Kitts & Nevis and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Lindisfarne,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Associates,
Bronski Beat,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Ken Boothe,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kas Product,
Kenny Larkin,
One Last Wish,
Piero Umiliani,
Q and Not U,
Rotary Connection,
The Dave Clark Five,
Carl Craig,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Teasers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Echospace,
Howard Jones,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Rundgren,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
JFA,
Skriet,
Skarface,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.