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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
The Modern Lovers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Metal Thangz,
Japan,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-Ray Spex,
A Certain Ratio,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Black Dice,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Loose Ends,
The Tremeloes,
China Crisis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fat Boys,
Cybotron,
Donald Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Walker Brothers,
Anakelly,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yellowson,
Matthew Bourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Parry Music,
the Soft Cell,
This Heat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.