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 Tuvalu and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Soul II Soul,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Pop Group,
The Dave Clark Five,
UT,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Y Pants,
Magma,
The Martian,
Robert Wyatt,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nico,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
The Smoke,
Wire,
Television,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Lynne,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Godley & Creme,
Nirvana,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Main Source,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DNA,
Dennis Brown,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Simply Red,
Bush Tetras,
Model 500,
Deakin,
The Invisible,
Monks,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.