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 Jordan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Man Parrish to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All B.T. Express tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Godley & Creme,
Index,
the Germs,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
The Monks,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Joe Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pagans,
Tears for Fears,
Los Fastidios,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Joyce Sims,
Wings,
New York Dolls,
Crooked Eye,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hashim,
World's Most,
Television,
The Searchers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Man Parrish,
Duran Duran,
The Doobie Brothers,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
MDC,
Connie Case,
Mark Hollis,
Gang Starr,
Pulsallama,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.