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 Jamaica and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Heaven 17 to the disco 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A 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 a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Dorothy Ashby,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Bronski Beat,
Pantytec,
These Immortal Souls,
Simply Red,
Organ,
Cal Tjader,
Joensuu 1685,
Blossom Toes,
Colin Newman,
David McCallum,
Neil Young,
Barry Ungar,
Inner City,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kurtis Blow,
Al Stewart,
Japan,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gang of Four,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Nas,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blackbyrds,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
MDC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Tim Buckley,
Stiv Bators,
Alison Limerick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.