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 Antigua and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Gregory Isaacs to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Tubeway Army,
The Gories,
Soul II Soul,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Eurythmics,
The Monochrome Set,
Roy Ayers,
Agitation Free,
Symarip,
Vainqueur,
Wire,
Joyce Sims,
Spoonie Gee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Warsaw,
Delta 5,
John Foxx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Donald Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Real Kids,
Colin Newman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jacques Brel,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Anakelly,
Vladislav Delay,
Silicon Teens,
John Cale,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Moody Blues,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bobby Sherman,
Derrick May,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
These Immortal Souls,
The Move,
The Fugs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Jawbox,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.