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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kurtis Blow to the funk 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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Anthony Braxton,
Wings,
New Order,
Neu!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Soul Sonic Force,
Television,
OOIOO,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Blancmange,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Sheep,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Archie Shepp,
The Barracudas,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Moody Blues,
Soul II Soul,
The Standells,
The Searchers,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Teasers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Matthew Bourne,
John Lydon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
The Kinks,
Mad Mike,
The Selecter,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.