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 Germany and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bob Dylan to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Davy DMX,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Lydon,
Ossler,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Banda Bassotti,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Terry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quando Quango,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
The Durutti Column,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rakim,
Wings,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
The Human League,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
The United States of America,
UT,
Clear Light,
Gong,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Leaves,
Subhumans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Au Pairs,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
The Black Dice,
Accadde A,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
The Searchers,
Von Mondo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.