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 Iraq and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Fraelich,
The Mummies,
John Holt,
Althea and Donna,
Procol Harum,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Bar-Kays,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Second Layer,
PIL,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Pus,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Moss Icon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Altered Images,
Soul Sonic Force,
Stetsasonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Delta 5,
Metal Thangz,
Circle Jerks,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Hashim,
Oblivians,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Skriet,
Reagan Youth,
Bronski Beat,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Roxy Music,
The Last Poets,
Danielle Patucci,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cal Tjader,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-102,
The Smoke,
Nico,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Black Bananas,
Lou Christie,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Music Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
Quando Quango,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Walker Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.