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 Uzbekistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Average White Band to the rap 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Franke,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
Derrick May,
Slick Rick,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Interpol,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Mandrill,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Wasted Youth,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Hill,
The Slackers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
The Walker Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Whodini,
Black Bananas,
Laurel Aitken,
ABBA,
Qualms,
CMW,
Tubeway Army,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.