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 Turkmenistan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Marmalade to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Pylon,
Saccharine Trust,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
The Slits,
Eurythmics,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
Ronnie Foster,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Faraquet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alton Ellis,
Ludus,
Darondo,
Fela Kuti,
JFA,
Hoover,
Quadrant,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Robert Hood,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
John Cale,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
The Gun Club,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
CMW,
The Alarm Clocks,
Soulsonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Grey Daturas,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sarah Menescal,
Essential Logic,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.