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 El Salvador and from London.
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 Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Blancmange to the electroclash 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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Susan Cadogan,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Vainqueur,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Sherman,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
B.T. Express,
Swell Maps,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
Ludus,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Offenders,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Howard Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Camouflage,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harry Pussy,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
Theoretical Girls,
Agent Orange,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.