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 Moldova and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Moss Icon to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blossom Toes,
Accadde A,
EPMD,
Hardrive,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Scion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Amon Düül,
Unwound,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Starr,
The Associates,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Robert Görl,
Laurel Aitken,
Arcadia,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Bush Tetras,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Sparks,
The Electric Prunes,
Piero Umiliani,
T. Rex,
Liliput,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
The Doobie Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Swell Maps,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Negative Approach,
Camberwell Now,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.