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 India and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Niagra to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
The Gladiators,
Trumans Water,
The Shadows of Knight,
Whodini,
Shuggie Otis,
Monolake,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Almond,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Half Japanese,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
T. Rex,
Minnie Riperton,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Black Pus,
The Move,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Zeros,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Trojans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wally Richardson,
Harmonia,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Birthday Party,
Prince Buster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scion,
Grey Daturas,
Scan 7,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Alice Coltrane,
The Happenings,
Grauzone,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.