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 Liechtenstein and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Eurythmics to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Magazine,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
Aural Exciters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Niagra,
Joy Division,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quando Quango,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Knickerbockers,
The Golliwogs,
Stetsasonic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Mojo Men,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Residents,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tomorrow,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Unrelated Segments,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Trumans Water,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
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.