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 Malawi and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Cymande to the grunge 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Matthew Halsall,
Crime,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
Intrusion,
The Names,
Harmonia,
Hardrive,
Marmalade,
Hot Snakes,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Jawbox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
New Order,
Soft Cell,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Ponytail,
Sister Nancy,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
June of 44,
Alphaville,
The Mummies,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Barbara Tucker,
Wasted Youth,
Cameo,
Unrelated Segments,
Niagra,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Letta Mbulu,
Agitation Free,
Glenn Branca,
Deepchord,
Panda Bear,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
10cc,
Howard Jones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.