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 Armenia and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Infiniti to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Fat Boys,
Colin Newman,
The Martian,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
The Trojans,
Mr. Review,
Vladislav Delay,
Neu!,
Black Sheep,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun City Girls,
B.T. Express,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Howard Jones,
Soft Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Brick,
OOIOO,
Spandau Ballet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Desert Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
Spoonie Gee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Japan,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Moby Grape,
Qualms,
Yusef Lateef,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Green,
Hot Snakes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Move,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Isaac Hayes,
Kerri Chandler,
Shoche,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.