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 Tanzania and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
Interpol,
The Litter,
Lou Christie,
The Doors,
Charles Mingus,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Joy Division,
Stockholm Monsters,
Desert Stars,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Wings,
Camberwell Now,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
K-Klass,
H. Thieme,
Andrew Hill,
Skaos,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mummies,
X-Ray Spex,
Radio Birdman,
Eve St. Jones,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Maleditus Sound,
Ossler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
The Gap Band,
Section 25,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantytec,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Kerri Chandler,
Brick,
R.M.O.,
The Misunderstood,
Young Marble Giants,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.