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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Juan Atkins,
Derrick May,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Black Moon,
The Raincoats,
Brand Nubian,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
D'Angelo,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Roger Hodgson,
The Blackbyrds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Brick,
Gerry Rafferty,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Henry Cow,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Alphaville,
The Fortunes,
Wings,
A Certain Ratio,
Scion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jeff Mills,
Supertramp,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Liliput,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Rosa Yemen,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.