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 Jamaica and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Section 25 to the jazz 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Sound,
Heaven 17,
Anthony Braxton,
Bill Wells,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Johnny Clarke,
Neil Young,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lalo Schifrin,
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MDC,
Y Pants,
Easy Going,
Skarface,
The Moleskins,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Soft Machine,
The Wake,
Bobby Byrd,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dennis Brown,
Hoover,
F. McDonald,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
Magazine,
Kevin Saunderson,
Derrick May,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sound Behaviour,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Depeche Mode,
Cameo,
Robert Görl,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Matthew Halsall,
Harmonia,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Lightning Bolt,
Ken Boothe,
Bronski Beat,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.