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 Belarus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reuben Wilson to the electroclash 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Roger Hodgson,
The Associates,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dark Day,
The Invisible,
Cameo,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
The Cramps,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
Erasure,
The Pop Group,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Soft Cell,
Mary Jane Girls,
New Order,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lindisfarne,
Kayak,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
David Axelrod,
Wally Richardson,
The Angels of Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
James White and The Blacks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Talk Talk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marmalade,
The Real Kids,
Warsaw,
Aswad,
Shoche,
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
This Heat,
Accadde A,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
a-ha,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.