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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeru the Damaja to the grime 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Spoonie Gee,
Television,
Terry Callier,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Rotary Connection,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Franke,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
The Stooges,
Zapp,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Y Pants,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
Michelle Simonal,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
The Buckinghams,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker,
the Association,
Rekid,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Chris & Cosey,
Talk Talk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Steve Hackett,
Idris Muhammad,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ronan,
PIL,
The Pretty Things,
Harpers Bizarre,
This Heat,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bootsy Collins,
The Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Basic Channel,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.