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 Malawi and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grauzone to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Roy Ayers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep,
Marshall Jefferson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Accadde A,
Slick Rick,
The Knickerbockers,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
The Wake,
Electric Prunes,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacques Brel,
CMW,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Maurizio,
10cc,
The Electric Prunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
ABC,
The Velvet Underground,
Model 500,
Soul II Soul,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bootsy Collins,
Suicide,
Wally Richardson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Real Kids,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
OOIOO,
Byron Stingily,
James White and The Blacks,
Nirvana,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.