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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Almond 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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Half Japanese,
Vainqueur,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Barry Ungar,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Siglo XX,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yusef Lateef,
Clear Light,
Eden Ahbez,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Human League,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Grey Daturas,
Angry Samoans,
Public Enemy,
Ponytail,
Lucky Dragons,
Junior Murvin,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
The Smoke,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Q65,
The Electric Prunes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pagans,
Tim Buckley,
Henry Cow,
The Fall,
The Kinks,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Jacques Brel,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
Bill Wells,
kango's stein massive,
Lungfish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Victims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
One Last Wish,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.