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 the UAE and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Black Flag 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Mission of Burma,
Marmalade,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moss Icon,
Unrelated Segments,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Joe Smooth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Halsall,
Hot Snakes,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Alison Limerick,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Angels of Light,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Parry Music,
Ronnie Foster,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip,
The Alarm Clocks,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Angry Samoans,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Kinks,
Make Up,
Interpol,
Scientists,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Laurel Aitken,
Public Enemy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Residents,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.