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 Peru and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the rap 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Bronski Beat,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
The Neon Judgement,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
Kas Product,
Chris Corsano,
Jerry's Kids,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
The Cure,
R.M.O.,
Altered Images,
Quadrant,
Moby Grape,
Big Daddy Kane,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Yellowson,
Prince Buster,
Leonard Cohen,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Sandy B,
The Names,
Iggy Pop,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
The Dirtbombs,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
The Moleskins,
Amazonics,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.