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 Mongolia and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Erasure to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lakeside,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Danielle Patucci,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kurtis Blow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Eurythmics,
X-101,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Quadrant,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Terry Callier,
Chrome,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Silicon Teens,
Donny Hathaway,
Panda Bear,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Slits,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The New Christs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Erasure,
Eric Copeland,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Crooked Eye,
Delta 5,
The Move,
E-Dancer,
Mission of Burma,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.