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 San Marino and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Glasgow.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Porter Ricks to the punk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lindisfarne,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Starr,
Tom Boy,
Rekid,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Von Mondo,
Cecil Taylor,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Nils Olav,
The Mojo Men,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Lungfish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
The Associates,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Slackers,
Tears for Fears,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Moss Icon,
Donny Hathaway,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.