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 Lille.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Make Up to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
The Associates,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
AZ,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gories,
Lou Reed,
Harmonia,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
The Fall,
Rosa Yemen,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Rotary Connection,
Accadde A,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Peter and Kerry,
Joe Finger,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joyce Sims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Agitation Free,
Basic Channel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Dennis Brown,
Wolf Eyes,
Minor Threat,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
Grey Daturas,
Nils Olav,
The Skatalites,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.