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 Kosovo and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mojo Men to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Dead Boys,
Gong,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Index,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Slave,
The Cure,
Donny Hathaway,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Unwound,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Buzzcocks,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Wire,
Ossler,
Con Funk Shun,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pere Ubu,
The Moleskins,
Man Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
The Techniques,
L. Decosne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7,
Roy Ayers,
Heaven 17,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Görl,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.