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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 cv313 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
AZ,
June of 44,
Interpol,
Wings,
Cameo,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Bob Dylan,
Joensuu 1685,
DJ Sneak,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Simply Red,
Scientists,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Ituana,
Rotary Connection,
10cc,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Jeff Mills,
This Heat,
Blossom Toes,
Thee Headcoats,
Darondo,
Wally Richardson,
Deakin,
La Düsseldorf,
Talk Talk,
Sixth Finger,
The Evens,
The Fuzztones,
Lucky Dragons,
Slave,
Bush Tetras,
Section 25,
Organ,
Babytalk,
Idris Muhammad,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
The Wake,
Sun Ra,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T,
The United States of America,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.