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 Bangladesh and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Gang Green to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Lalann,
Delta 5,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
CMW,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Camberwell Now,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Dirtbombs,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Blake Baxter,
Sex Pistols,
The Beau Brummels,
Althea and Donna,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Black Dice,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
The Mojo Men,
Kayak,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Joensuu 1685,
the Association,
Lindisfarne,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Suburban Knight,
Camouflage,
Archie Shepp,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
John Foxx,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Almond,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Halsall,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Moby Grape,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Darondo,
Negative Approach,
Simply Red,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.