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 Malaysia and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 JFA to the rock 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camberwell Now,
Oblivians,
Joyce Sims,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Franke,
Soulsonic Force,
Harpers Bizarre,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
David McCallum,
Delta 5,
Althea and Donna,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Skarface,
Average White Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dirtbombs,
Half Japanese,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aswad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
The Smiths,
Todd Rundgren,
Spoonie Gee,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
James White and The Blacks,
Au Pairs,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Technova,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nils Olav,
The Toasters,
Stetsasonic,
Joey Negro,
KRS-One,
Jawbox,
Gichy Dan,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.