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 Paraguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 Erasure to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
Grauzone,
Depeche Mode,
Chrome,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Supertramp,
The Sonics,
Joey Negro,
Youth Brigade,
Lucky Dragons,
Scott Walker,
The Busters,
Ornette Coleman,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nik Kershaw,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Funkadelic,
Wasted Youth,
Toni Rubio,
OOIOO,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spandau Ballet,
The Moleskins,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Section 25,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rufus Thomas,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.