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 Swaziland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Brass Construction to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barclay James Harvest,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
The Selecter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Ituana,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Prince Buster,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Lower 48,
The Walker Brothers,
Monolake,
Pulsallama,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Von Mondo,
The Buckinghams,
Peter and Kerry,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Masters at Work,
Cal Tjader,
Danielle Patucci,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Ronnie Foster,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Suicide,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
B.T. Express,
Pole,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.