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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter 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?
T. Rex,
Smog,
Scott Walker,
The Smoke,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wings,
Ituana,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
Subhumans,
Max Romeo,
Neu!,
The Human League,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
UT,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Interpol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Prince Buster,
Roxy Music,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
The Toasters,
Monolake,
Clear Light,
The Golliwogs,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Cheater Slicks,
Porter Ricks,
AZ,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Litter,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronan,
Basic Channel,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.