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 Cape Verde and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Intrusion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Metal Thangz,
Johnny Clarke,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Grey Daturas,
Eric Dolphy,
the Swans,
Oneida,
The Busters,
Cal Tjader,
the Sonics,
Arab on Radar,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wally Richardson,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Motions,
Black Pus,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Nils Olav,
Unwound,
One Last Wish,
Zero Boys,
Neil Young,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Smoke,
It's A Beautiful Day,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Spandau Ballet,
Motorama,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.