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 Philippines 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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Dawn Penn,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
Joe Smooth,
Warren Ellis,
Q and Not U,
Stereo Dub,
Easy Going,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash,
Technova,
Prince Buster,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tomorrow,
The Sonics,
Crime,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radio Birdman,
Alphaville,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Remains,
Aural Exciters,
The Stooges,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Motorama,
Steve Hackett,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
The Selecter,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moby Grape,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kevin Saunderson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Connie Case,
MDC,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.