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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba 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 Yaz to the funk 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
H. Thieme,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joyce Sims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Groovy Waters,
Black Pus,
Camouflage,
Rufus Thomas,
Trumans Water,
Pere Ubu,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Hot Snakes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Magma,
Nico,
Roxette,
The Barracudas,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Searchers,
Talk Talk,
Shoche,
Stetsasonic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Grass Roots,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
Basic Channel,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.