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 Brunei and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Matthew Halsall to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Cure,
The Wake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alice Coltrane,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Underground Resistance,
Bad Manners,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels,
Fela Kuti,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Ohio Players,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alison Limerick,
the Swans,
Newcleus,
Mars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eden Ahbez,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Slackers,
KRS-One,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Urselle,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Litter,
AZ,
the Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lyres,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Lou Christie,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.