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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the güiro 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Scan 7,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
T. Rex,
Isaac Hayes,
Alison Limerick,
The Skatalites,
Can,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Flesh Eaters,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scientists,
Zero Boys,
Q and Not U,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fat Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Germs,
Fluxion,
David McCallum,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Depeche Mode,
Maleditus Sound,
L. Decosne,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Michelle Simonal,
Gichy Dan,
China Crisis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Television,
Spoonie Gee,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Agitation Free,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Monochrome Set,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
H. Thieme,
Outsiders,
Todd Rundgren,
Ralphi Rosario,
MDC,
Intrusion,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.