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 Zimbabwe and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 Cluster to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Susan Cadogan,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
The Vogues,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Nirvana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sun City Girls,
Drexciya,
The Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Neon Judgement,
Stereo Dub,
John Coltrane,
Hasil Adkins,
Laurel Aitken,
Juan Atkins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Quando Quango,
Jacob Miller,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Move,
Eurythmics,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Machine,
Audionom,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Flamin' Groovies,
Brothers Johnson,
The Remains,
the Normal,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Victims,
Mandrill,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.