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 Saudi Arabia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blake Baxter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
The Red Krayola,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Jandek,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
Spandau Ballet,
Swell Maps,
Popol Vuh,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Thee Headcoats,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sällskapet,
Y Pants,
The Raincoats,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Tubeway Army,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
LL Cool J,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter and Kerry,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Rufus Thomas,
Maurizio,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
New York Dolls,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Buckinghams,
Colin Newman,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Funky Four + One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.