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 Chile and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 güiro 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 Ultimate Spinach to the dance 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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moody Blues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
Juan Atkins,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Quantec,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alison Limerick,
The Searchers,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Japan,
Michelle Simonal,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
New Age Steppers,
Unrelated Segments,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Intrusion,
Soft Machine,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dead C,
Underground Resistance,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Deakin,
Youth Brigade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.