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 Mauritania and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Franke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Radiohead,
Roy Ayers,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Lalann,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moody Blues,
Marmalade,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
Angry Samoans,
Maleditus Sound,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Warren Ellis,
Tropical Tobacco,
Echospace,
Lakeside,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Y Pants,
Reagan Youth,
The Real Kids,
Agent Orange,
Black Flag,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Absolute Body Control,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
New Age Steppers,
10cc,
MDC,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
R.M.O.,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Bananas,
Newcleus,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.