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 Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc 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?
Urselle,
Ultimate Spinach,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
Intrusion,
Los Fastidios,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
X-102,
Trumans Water,
Moebius,
Franke,
Spoonie Gee,
Matthew Halsall,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Porter Ricks,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Gladiators,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Birthday Party,
MC5,
Suicide,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brothers Johnson,
The Zeros,
Anthony Braxton,
Cymande,
Donny Hathaway,
Quadrant,
Heaven 17,
DJ Style,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League,
EPMD,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fall,
Rufus Thomas,
Little Man,
Mars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.