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 Ecuador and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer 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 Aswad to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Erykah Badu,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Last Poets,
Moby Grape,
UT,
Robert Görl,
Skriet,
PIL,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Royal Trux,
John Holt,
Index,
Graham Central Station,
Nas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Gregory Isaacs,
Todd Rundgren,
Rufus Thomas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Loose Ends,
Deadbeat,
The Beau Brummels,
The Names,
Moebius,
Mars,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scan 7,
Arcadia,
X-101,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jawbox,
The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans, The Five Americans.
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.