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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
This Heat,
Y Pants,
Echospace,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cramps,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anakelly,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
The Standells,
Japan,
Gabor Szabo,
Funky Four + One,
The Monochrome Set,
the Human League,
The Alarm Clocks,
48th St. Collective,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alphaville,
David McCallum,
Soul II Soul,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Boogie Down Productions,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pussy Galore,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Colin Newman,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Don Cherry,
John Cale,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
PIL,
EPMD,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.