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 Sierra Leone and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Liliput,
The Five Americans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bush Tetras,
Bizarre Inc.,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Bronski Beat,
Slick Rick,
Negative Approach,
Icehouse,
Scion,
Bauhaus,
Depeche Mode,
Dual Sessions,
Arab on Radar,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vladislav Delay,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Dirtbombs,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
The Gories,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brothers Johnson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronan,
T.S.O.L.,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Amazonics,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Ultravox,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Black Sheep,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Harmonia,
Boz Scaggs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Names,
Donald Byrd,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Soulsonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Move,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.