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 Haiti and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eric Copeland to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Excepter,
a-ha,
Scientists,
T. Rex,
Drexciya,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Index,
Swell Maps,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Marshall Jefferson,
10cc,
The Wake,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nils Olav,
Magazine,
Yazoo,
Fela Kuti,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marc Almond,
Lucky Dragons,
Aaron Thompson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cymande,
Wings,
Connie Case,
Inner City,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Easy Going,
Pussy Galore,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ten City,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci,
Eurythmics,
Radio Birdman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rufus Thomas,
Moby Grape,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Mark Hollis,
Amon Düül II,
Second Layer,
The Gories,
Maurizio,
The Birthday Party,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Yellowson,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.