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 Micronesia and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Lucky Dragons,
Darondo,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Eddi Front,
10cc,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Idris Muhammad,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Byrd,
AZ,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wings,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Cell,
Mark Hollis,
The Index,
Blancmange,
Bronski Beat,
Rakim,
Agitation Free,
Todd Terry,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Jerry's Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Vainqueur,
The Associates,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
The Cowsills,
Spandau Ballet,
Sun Ra,
Country Teasers,
U.S. Maple,
ABBA,
Hoover,
Sandy B,
Gang Starr,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.