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 Oman and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Red Krayola,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
Sex Pistols,
Derrick Morgan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Ponytail,
The Count Five,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Sixth Finger,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Radiohead,
David Bowie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Swans,
Flash Fearless,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Newcleus,
Ken Boothe,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Tommy Roe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Moebius,
The Dirtbombs,
Saccharine Trust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
These Immortal Souls,
Au Pairs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.