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 Italy 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 808 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 Panda Bear to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Amon Düül II,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Bobby Womack,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Slick Rick,
Connie Case,
Newcleus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Warren Ellis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gap Band,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Byron Stingily,
June Days,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Niagra,
Sparks,
The Kinks,
Al Stewart,
Kaleidoscope,
Funkadelic,
One Last Wish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
The Moleskins,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Liliput,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mantronix,
Absolute Body Control,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.