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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Simply Red to the rock 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
David McCallum,
Andrew Hill,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lyres,
Bluetip,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Loose Ends,
Sandy B,
The Misunderstood,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
Skarface,
Slick Rick,
Duran Duran,
Sister Nancy,
Barry Ungar,
The Invisible,
10cc,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
Ohio Players,
Radiopuhelimet,
Albert Ayler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Nils Olav,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
Aswad,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Trojans,
Kayak,
The American Breed,
MC5,
Monolake,
Girls At Our Best!,
Niagra,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Stetsasonic,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.