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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
DNA,
Jeff Lynne,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Accadde A,
The Dave Clark Five,
Goldenarms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
cv313,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Sun Ra,
The Five Americans,
Piero Umiliani,
The Index,
The Leaves,
Ludus,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Make Up,
Dave Gahan,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Bluetip,
Terrestrial Tones,
48th St. Collective,
Lou Reed,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
Soft Cell,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.