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 Madagascar and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe 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 Youth Brigade to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Brand Nubian,
Monolake,
Quando Quango,
Lakeside,
Chris Corsano,
Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ponytail,
kango's stein massive,
Blake Baxter,
Mandrill,
The Trojans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Jeru the Damaja,
Leonard Cohen,
Niagra,
Morten Harket,
Fad Gadget,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Saints,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
The Real Kids,
B.T. Express,
Ice-T,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Buzzcocks,
EPMD,
Skarface,
Lou Christie,
Barry Ungar,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
Harmonia,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Womack,
Magma,
Fat Boys,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.