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 Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Trojans to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter & Gordon,
Blake Baxter,
The Seeds,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
Marcia Griffiths,
Donald Byrd,
David Bowie,
Tom Boy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Vladislav Delay,
Vainqueur,
The Selecter,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Erasure,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
Mad Mike,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Malaria!,
Todd Rundgren,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eurythmics,
Royal Trux,
Jacob Miller,
The Gories,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jeff Lynne,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Kinks,
Au Pairs,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
The Doors,
Newcleus,
Rod Modell,
The Barracudas,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.