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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Mo-Dettes to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Roxy Music,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
These Immortal Souls,
Marc Almond,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
La Düsseldorf,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed,
Von Mondo,
Ornette Coleman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick May,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Ituana,
Moebius,
The Gladiators,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Brand Nubian,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pylon,
John Foxx,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Parry Music,
Junior Murvin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Faust,
Circle Jerks,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.