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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grime 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Gregory Isaacs,
Danielle Patucci,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Slave,
Amazonics,
OOIOO,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Star Department,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
ABC,
X-Ray Spex,
Sparks,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Robert Görl,
the Bar-Kays,
Robert Hood,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Bananas,
Morten Harket,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Suburban Knight,
The Sound,
Mars,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crooked Eye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
KRS-One,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yellowson,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
D'Angelo,
Bronski Beat,
The Gun Club,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.