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 Guinea-Bissau and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Deadbeat,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
The Walker Brothers,
Lyres,
The Motions,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Letta Mbulu,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Mandrill,
Kenny Larkin,
The Doors,
Grauzone,
Leonard Cohen,
Heaven 17,
Funkadelic,
John Holt,
Sixth Finger,
Kas Product,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Second Layer,
Loose Ends,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
Ultra Naté,
Organ,
Eddi Front,
June of 44,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bad Manners,
Lalann,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Count Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
The Pop Group,
Blossom Toes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sun Ra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moss Icon,
Eurythmics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.