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 Ghana 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Junior Murvin to the dance 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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
Nas,
Zapp,
One Last Wish,
Public Enemy,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
Circle Jerks,
John Coltrane,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalann,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Bill Wells,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camouflage,
Brass Construction,
Dennis Brown,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Glenn Branca,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Soft Machine,
Bluetip,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magazine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Drexciya,
Jacques Brel,
MDC,
Jeff Lynne,
Connie Case,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Dead Boys,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Trojans,
Technova,
The Young Rascals,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.