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 Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Letta Mbulu,
T.S.O.L.,
Fat Boys,
Buzzcocks,
E-Dancer,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Main Source,
The Slackers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Leaves,
Lower 48,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
Unwound,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Don Cherry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare,
Masters at Work,
Ohio Players,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rotary Connection,
Davy DMX,
Henry Cow,
Boz Scaggs,
The Mummies,
The Busters,
Robert Hood,
The Selecter,
Bill Near,
The Gap Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Urselle,
Adolescents,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Connie Case,
Faust,
Steve Hackett,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
The Names,
Nas,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.