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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Drive Like Jehu to the dance 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Carl Craig,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Excepter,
B.T. Express,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Real Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Moebius,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultra Naté,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Nico,
Black Flag,
The Tremeloes,
The Fuzztones,
Sex Pistols,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Liliput,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Gong,
Scion,
Pere Ubu,
The Mummies,
Chris & Cosey,
Fela Kuti,
The Moody Blues,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
The Litter,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Tim Buckley,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Basic Channel,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sparks,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.