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 Belgium and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Tremeloes to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Dirtbombs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Sight & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Alice Coltrane,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Au Pairs,
The Grass Roots,
The Move,
Banda Bassotti,
A Certain Ratio,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Bar-Kays,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Adolescents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Gories,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
OOIOO,
Outsiders,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hot Snakes,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerri Chandler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Dennis Brown,
Khruangbin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Newcleus,
Scrapy,
Cymande,
The Cowsills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Görl,
Minny Pops,
Black Sheep,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.