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 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet 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 Royal Trux to the dance 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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Skarface,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sparks,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Bush Tetras,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
The Doobie Brothers,
DNA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
KRS-One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Mantronix,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
The Fugs,
Schoolly D,
Darondo,
Can,
The Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
cv313,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
The Walker Brothers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Organ,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
The Smiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Stooges,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.