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 Ethiopia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Brass Construction to the punk 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
The Gun Club,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Pole,
Pantytec,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Main Source,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Cheater Slicks,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Görl,
Little Man,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Colin Newman,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Drexciya,
Johnny Clarke,
Davy DMX,
Porter Ricks,
Pantaleimon,
Tim Buckley,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June Days,
Reagan Youth,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Almond,
The American Breed,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.