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 Bulgaria and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Talk Talk to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Howard Jones,
Guru Guru,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Mandrill,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ossler,
Radiohead,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Organ,
Livin' Joy,
The United States of America,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
ABC,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Model 500,
Brothers Johnson,
John Coltrane,
Gichy Dan,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Con Funk Shun,
Porter Ricks,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
Glenn Branca,
Smog,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Niagra,
Television,
This Heat,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nas,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.