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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Dual Sessions,
Surgeon,
The Mummies,
Q and Not U,
Tommy Roe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
10cc,
Zero Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Eurythmics,
Fluxion,
Young Marble Giants,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Joy Division,
Dark Day,
Skriet,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
Sexual Harrassment,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Robert Wyatt,
Joyce Sims,
A Certain Ratio,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
Stiv Bators,
John Lydon,
Harmonia,
Harry Pussy,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delta 5,
a-ha,
Amon Düül II,
David McCallum,
The Searchers,
The Gladiators,
Sex Pistols,
Susan Cadogan,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Essential Logic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
F. McDonald,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.