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 San Marino and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the theremin 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 Metal Thangz to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
The Fuzztones,
Alton Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
a-ha,
cv313,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Dark Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Schoolly D,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
JFA,
The Black Dice,
Average White Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas,
Jeff Lynne,
Sugar Minott,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gastr Del Sol,
Patti Smith,
Ohio Players,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bluetip,
Aswad,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Organ,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Angry Samoans,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.