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 Saudi Arabia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Crooked Eye to the punk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Index,
The Angels of Light,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Khruangbin,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Hot Snakes,
Minor Threat,
Cluster,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
La Düsseldorf,
Drexciya,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Toni Rubio,
The Evens,
Reuben Wilson,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
the Sonics,
Blancmange,
Todd Terry,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Velvet Underground,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Saints,
Neil Young,
Buzzcocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
Eden Ahbez,
Babytalk,
Stiv Bators,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Sixth Finger,
The Barracudas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dennis Brown,
Morten Harket,
James White and The Blacks,
Goldenarms,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Au Pairs,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.