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 Tajikistan and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
MC5,
Amon Düül II,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Al Stewart,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Angry Samoans,
The Dirtbombs,
World's Most,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
Silicon Teens,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Minor Threat,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
Khruangbin,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Harry Pussy,
The Music Machine,
Blake Baxter,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cymande,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dennis Brown,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
EPMD,
Liliput,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.