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 Kosovo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb 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 Trumans Water to the grunge 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Trumans Water,
Letta Mbulu,
Reuben Wilson,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
Rod Modell,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nirvana,
The Raincoats,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Leonard Cohen,
Harry Pussy,
Quantec,
Von Mondo,
Sixth Finger,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris Corsano,
Lower 48,
The Moody Blues,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fat Boys,
Magma,
Metal Thangz,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
The Stooges,
The Associates,
The Durutti Column,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Technova,
Fluxion,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
The Evens,
The Sound,
Sister Nancy,
Aural Exciters,
La Düsseldorf,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barry Ungar,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Robert Wyatt,
Bobby Womack,
Y Pants,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.