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 Serbia and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Livin' Joy,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Hill,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
X-Ray Spex,
David McCallum,
Deepchord,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Au Pairs,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Warren Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Spandau Ballet,
Massinfluence,
Ornette Coleman,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
DJ Style,
Gabor Szabo,
The Offenders,
Bobby Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ice-T,
The Associates,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
The Neon Judgement,
Avey Tare,
Vladislav Delay,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
The Smiths,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
The Names,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.