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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 linndrum 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 Liliput to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Human League,
These Immortal Souls,
Arcadia,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Minny Pops,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Derrick Morgan,
Idris Muhammad,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Grass Roots,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tim Buckley,
The Skatalites,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Derrick May,
The Moleskins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Piero Umiliani,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magazine,
Barry Ungar,
T. Rex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
Accadde A,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
The Slackers,
The Count Five,
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Harpers Bizarre,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.