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 Libya and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime 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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Ultra Naté,
Soul II Soul,
Pulsallama,
The Wake,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Radiopuhelimet,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Steve Hackett,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wally Richardson,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crooked Eye,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Organ,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
The Offenders,
The Index,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Altered Images,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dead Boys,
Grauzone,
The Walker Brothers,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
Man Eating Sloth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soft Machine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Livin' Joy,
Urselle,
Supertramp,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.