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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime 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?
The Cure,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
This Heat,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fear,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Divine Comedy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
The Seeds,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Kas Product,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Busters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Angry Samoans,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quantec,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Boredoms,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Searchers,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.