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 Oman and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 David McCallum to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
The Moleskins,
Sandy B,
Vainqueur,
Surgeon,
Banda Bassotti,
Porter Ricks,
The Move,
Cal Tjader,
Crispian St. Peters,
Silicon Teens,
Kurtis Blow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Human League,
New Age Steppers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bob Dylan,
Derrick Morgan,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
The Dead C,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter and Kerry,
Bluetip,
Simply Red,
Ituana,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
EPMD,
Black Moon,
Thee Headcoats,
Lakeside,
Adolescents,
Masters at Work,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
The Mojo Men,
Wings,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ohio Players,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
B.T. Express,
Joe Smooth,
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.