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 Marshall Islands and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gories to the techno 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Eric Copeland,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
Todd Rundgren,
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Womack,
Laurel Aitken,
Moebius,
Agent Orange,
The Leaves,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Magma,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Sex Pistols,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Matthew Bourne,
Animal Collective,
Rhythm & Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mr. Review,
Gerry Rafferty,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
Hot Snakes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lindisfarne,
KRS-One,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Amon Düül,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Skatalites,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Flipper,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.