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 Finland and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum 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 Tom Boy to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Pole,
Soft Machine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
The Evens,
Ken Boothe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Bootsy Collins,
AZ,
Mars,
Howard Jones,
Underground Resistance,
Black Sheep,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Livin' Joy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
David Axelrod,
Carl Craig,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Slits,
Dorothy Ashby,
Silicon Teens,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The Grass Roots,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Symarip,
Make Up,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Urselle,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Anakelly,
David Bowie,
Jeff Lynne,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.