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 Portugal and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Music Machine to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Pussy Galore,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Hood,
Spandau Ballet,
Patti Smith,
Young Marble Giants,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
Dennis Brown,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Smog,
L. Decosne,
Howard Jones,
Shoche,
Fluxion,
Barclay James Harvest,
Television,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Parry Music,
Cymande,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
The United States of America,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Prince Buster,
The Moleskins,
The Fuzztones,
Deakin,
Scientists,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Flipper,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bush Tetras,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Silicon Teens,
Mo-Dettes,
Echospace,
Qualms,
Kerri Chandler,
E-Dancer,
Rapeman,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.