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 Iraq and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Wings to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter and Kerry,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Funky Four + One,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
Magma,
Pole,
John Holt,
Main Source,
kango's stein massive,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Q and Not U,
Joe Finger,
The Selecter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Toni Rubio,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
The Trojans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oblivians,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Stooges,
Carl Craig,
The Young Rascals,
Harmonia,
Skriet,
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance, Underground Resistance.
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.