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 Haiti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skaos,
Reagan Youth,
Drexciya,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
the Swans,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Easy Going,
Erasure,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
Mary Jane Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Soul II Soul,
Robert Görl,
Adolescents,
Neil Young,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Bill Wells,
Nation of Ulysses,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
DJ Style,
Jeff Mills,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Delta 5,
Ken Boothe,
the Germs,
Stereo Dub,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.