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 Colombia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Intrusion,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arthur Verocai,
The Standells,
Arcadia,
Fat Boys,
Prince Buster,
Spandau Ballet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
FM Einheit,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Echospace,
Dual Sessions,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ossler,
H. Thieme,
The Human League,
the Swans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Donald Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sex Pistols,
Rosa Yemen,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
The Birthday Party,
Gastr Del Sol,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
The Evens,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Peter and Kerry,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.