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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Fat Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Marmalade,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
The Fall,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
T.S.O.L.,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
David Bowie,
Connie Case,
the Swans,
Country Teasers,
Panda Bear,
Suburban Knight,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Faust,
Ludus,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Evens,
Robert Hood,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
Curtis Mayfield,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Moebius,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skaos,
Marcia Griffiths,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Ultravox,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.