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 Croatia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Grauzone to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Delta 5,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
Fela Kuti,
Ultravox,
Massinfluence,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
ABC,
Sound Behaviour,
The Moody Blues,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Remains,
Slave,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Donald Byrd,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bush Tetras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Henry Cow,
The Gun Club,
48th St. Collective,
Johnny Clarke,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Excepter,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Yazoo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wings,
The Index,
PIL,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
The Pretty Things,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Monolake,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.