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 Gabon and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Black Sheep to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang of Four,
Dead Boys,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
the Normal,
Monks,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Grauzone,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
The Blackbyrds,
The Monochrome Set,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
FM Einheit,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Porter Ricks,
Colin Newman,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Dolphy,
Patti Smith,
Skarface,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Divine Comedy,
The Vogues,
Amon Düül II,
Sister Nancy,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
Jacob Miller,
Idris Muhammad,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kurtis Blow,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Piero Umiliani,
Cecil Taylor,
the Association,
Make Up,
The Misunderstood,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crispy Ambulance,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.