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 Chile and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Boz Scaggs,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fall,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
The Angels of Light,
June of 44,
The Fuzztones,
Rosa Yemen,
Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Crash Course in Science,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kas Product,
La Düsseldorf,
Letta Mbulu,
Pantaleimon,
The United States of America,
Pantytec,
Fela Kuti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crime,
Alphaville,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ituana,
The Human League,
Rufus Thomas,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
the Human League,
Pussy Galore,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slits,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Almond,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Ponytail,
Sonic Youth,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Buzzcocks,
Stiv Bators,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Morten Harket,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Scratch Acid,
The Leaves,
Thee Headcoats,
Grauzone,
The Barracudas,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.