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 Switzerland 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Donald Fagen 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül II tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Copeland,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Mad Mike,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
The Doors,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Sound Behaviour,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Basic Channel,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
Sonny Sharrock,
Steve Hackett,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
World's Most,
The Remains,
Lou Christie,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mission of Burma,
Oblivians,
The Gap Band,
Motorama,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
Audionom,
Y Pants,
Zero Boys,
Inner City,
Junior Murvin,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.