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 Maldives and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Wake,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Subhumans,
Goldenarms,
Q and Not U,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Chrome,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick May,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker,
the Slits,
Yusef Lateef,
The J.B.'s,
Skriet,
X-102,
Sister Nancy,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Wells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sex Pistols,
The Blackbyrds,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter and Kerry,
Sugar Minott,
The Motions,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
DJ Sneak,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.