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 Mexico and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharoah Sanders to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Marvin Gaye,
CMW,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
David McCallum,
Lungfish,
The Litter,
Hot Snakes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Barracudas,
Camouflage,
Al Stewart,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Blackbyrds,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Rites of Spring,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The American Breed,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
Robert Hood,
EPMD,
The Mummies,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gap Band,
Suburban Knight,
Mr. Review,
The Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick Morgan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultra Naté,
Scrapy,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.