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 Eritrea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Sound to the punk 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 The Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Vladislav Delay,
The Modern Lovers,
Dennis Brown,
John Holt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Funky Four + One,
Aswad,
The Kinks,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Charles Mingus,
China Crisis,
Albert Ayler,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
Theoretical Girls,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Max Romeo,
Ultravox,
Camberwell Now,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Chris Corsano,
Public Image Ltd.,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Vogues,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Kaleidoscope,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Smiths,
The Move,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Womack,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.