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 Bangladesh and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Young Rascals,
Matthew Bourne,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
Iggy Pop,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Barracudas,
Kenny Larkin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang of Four,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barclay James Harvest,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Fela Kuti,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cybotron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Can,
Organ,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Pere Ubu,
The Grass Roots,
Eli Mardock,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.