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 Dominica and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the snare 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 Banda Bassotti 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Kurtis Blow,
John Foxx,
Barrington Levy,
Zero Boys,
Lightning Bolt,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Darondo,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Masters at Work,
The Tremeloes,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Thompson Twins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Inner City,
The Moody Blues,
The Saints,
Freddie Wadling,
Josef K,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Invisible,
Frankie Knuckles,
Roxy Music,
Minutemen,
Quadrant,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nils Olav,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q65,
Niagra,
Throbbing Gristle,
T. Rex,
Michelle Simonal,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Certain Ratio,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Slick Rick,
Mission of Burma,
Byron Stingily,
Mars,
DNA,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.