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 Comoros and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Stockholm Monsters 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
CMW,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Minor Threat,
Anthony Braxton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Names,
Rapeman,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stockholm Monsters,
Skaos,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Barbara Tucker,
John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Germs,
Jeff Lynne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Matthew Bourne,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Minny Pops,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ten City,
Ludus,
Bootsy Collins,
Barry Ungar,
Lakeside,
Cymande,
ABC,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Archie Shepp,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.