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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Roxette to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Victims,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bob Dylan,
New Age Steppers,
Scrapy,
Depeche Mode,
Ohio Players,
The Real Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sight & Sound,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gories,
Heaven 17,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oneida,
Wasted Youth,
Saccharine Trust,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fela Kuti,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Sun City Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mark Hollis,
Isaac Hayes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Danielle Patucci,
Y Pants,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.