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 Guinea and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Essential Logic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Youth Brigade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Darondo,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Howard Jones,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Derrick May,
Tropical Tobacco,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Deepchord,
The Searchers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Suicide,
The Dave Clark Five,
It's A Beautiful Day,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Associates,
Arcadia,
Monks,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dave Gahan,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
E-Dancer,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
The Walker Brothers,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.