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 Guatemala and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the theremin 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 Monolake to the rock 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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar 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 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?
Soul II Soul,
Wolf Eyes,
Fear,
Mars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blues Magoos,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ronan,
The Zeros,
Matthew Halsall,
The Golliwogs,
Q and Not U,
Banda Bassotti,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
The Motions,
Goldenarms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Soft Cell,
Pussy Galore,
Pylon,
The Busters,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Nico,
B.T. Express,
Sam Rivers,
The Five Americans,
Spandau Ballet,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wings,
LL Cool J,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
In Retrospect,
Kenny Larkin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.