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 Cuba and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Holger Czukay 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 Fortunes to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Desert Stars,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Tommy Roe,
Suicide,
B.T. Express,
The Techniques,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Q65,
Black Bananas,
The Misunderstood,
Delta 5,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Royal Trux,
Thee Headcoats,
Sandy B,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Underground Resistance,
Kerri Chandler,
the Slits,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pantaleimon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
DNA,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
Radiohead,
The Cramps,
Bobby Byrd,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Kenny Larkin,
Whodini,
Bush Tetras,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Sällskapet,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.