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 Nigeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Throbbing Gristle,
Peter and Kerry,
Con Funk Shun,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxette,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sam Rivers,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun Ra,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
MDC,
The Saints,
Glenn Branca,
The Associates,
Sun City Girls,
The Moleskins,
Moss Icon,
Bobby Byrd,
Mars,
Bill Near,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
Patti Smith,
The Victims,
The Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Easy Going,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ronan,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Scratch Acid,
Symarip,
Bronski Beat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
a-ha,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
The Count Five,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.