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 Nigeria and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Yusef Lateef,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
The Velvet Underground,
Eurythmics,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Severed Heads,
Chris Corsano,
the Germs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Beau Brummels,
The Motions,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
kango's stein massive,
The Knickerbockers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Donny Hathaway,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Nik Kershaw,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Metal Thangz,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Faraquet,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Black Sheep,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.