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 Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the punk 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Alison Limerick,
Blake Baxter,
The Gun Club,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
AZ,
Wings,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Desert Stars,
The Knickerbockers,
Buzzcocks,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Litter,
The United States of America,
Boz Scaggs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Marc Almond,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Nirvana,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dead Boys,
Chris Corsano,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eddi Front,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bill Near,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.