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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Erasure,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Glambeats Corp.,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lindisfarne,
Bobby Sherman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Hasil Adkins,
Camouflage,
John Cale,
Fatback Band,
Duran Duran,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
Sister Nancy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Barracudas,
Toni Rubio,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
the Normal,
Anakelly,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Blancmange,
Quando Quango,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.