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 Tunisia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Negative Approach to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Moon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sarah Menescal,
the Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Flipper,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
DNA,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Happenings,
Sex Pistols,
Stereo Dub,
Visage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Letta Mbulu,
Crooked Eye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Model 500,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Mandrill,
Mars,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young,
The Modern Lovers,
Colin Newman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Coltrane,
Adolescents,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
Darondo,
Section 25,
David McCallum,
Severed Heads,
Oblivians,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Absolute Body Control,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Smog,
The Detroit Cobras,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.