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 Czech Republic and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Cameo,
Television Personalities,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Byrd,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Human League,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
James White and The Blacks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
Faraquet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
Television,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
Swans,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Rites of Spring,
Marc Almond,
Pole,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Minny Pops,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flash Fearless,
Tropical Tobacco,
LL Cool J,
Ten City,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Organ,
The Five Americans,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Man Parrish,
The Golliwogs,
Charles Mingus,
U.S. Maple,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.