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 Poland and from Lyon.
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 Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeff Lynne,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Boz Scaggs,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Public Enemy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The New Christs,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Fela Kuti,
The Motions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Surgeon,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Aural Exciters,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
The Music Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Green,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash,
Little Man,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
E-Dancer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Aswad,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
Max Romeo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultra Naté,
Infiniti,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.