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 Thailand and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the dance 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Eddi Front,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Trumans Water,
Tom Boy,
Model 500,
X-Ray Spex,
Connie Case,
Marvin Gaye,
The Knickerbockers,
Laurel Aitken,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Sly & The Family Stone,
EPMD,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Modern Lovers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Drexciya,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Cybotron,
Average White Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Aswad,
Basic Channel,
Public Enemy,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Moody Blues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
Mark Hollis,
Joey Negro,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
Marc Almond,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.