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 Marshall Islands and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 Qualms to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
Skaos,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glenn Branca,
Joe Smooth,
Pierre Henry,
Skarface,
Rakim,
The Buckinghams,
Stiv Bators,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Star Department,
La Düsseldorf,
Interpol,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Womack,
The Searchers,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
The Sound,
The Gladiators,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Scott Walker,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
Trumans Water,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Suicide,
Bill Wells,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
The Happenings,
Audionom,
New Order,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fuzztones,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.