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 Burundi and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Max Romeo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
UT,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Buzzcocks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Visage,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Los Fastidios,
The Cowsills,
Bluetip,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Moody Blues,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bobby Byrd,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Outsiders,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Fela Kuti,
Japan,
Matthew Halsall,
Mad Mike,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Real Kids,
Erasure,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Yusef Lateef,
Animal Collective,
Kevin Saunderson,
Clear Light,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Searchers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minny Pops,
The Happenings,
Wire,
Shuggie Otis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.