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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Star Department to the funk 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glenn Branca,
Crispy Ambulance,
T.S.O.L.,
Nico,
Intrusion,
Reuben Wilson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Goldenarms,
Sandy B,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
Nas,
Camouflage,
Danielle Patucci,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ornette Coleman,
Scrapy,
EPMD,
Marmalade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Hashim,
This Heat,
Livin' Joy,
Newcleus,
Deakin,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Juan Atkins,
The J.B.'s,
Morten Harket,
the Normal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pussy Galore,
Freddie Wadling,
Stiv Bators,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.