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 Korea South and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 X-101 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bob Dylan,
The American Breed,
The Wake,
Howard Jones,
A Certain Ratio,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alton Ellis,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Last Poets,
The Dave Clark Five,
Morten Harket,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
Terrestrial Tones,
New York Dolls,
Wings,
Swans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
David McCallum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dark Day,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swell Maps,
ABBA,
Bootsy Collins,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Golliwogs,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.