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 Nauru and from Calgary.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 synthesizer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Roy Ayers,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Masters at Work,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Neon Judgement,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mandrill,
B.T. Express,
Ultimate Spinach,
Eurythmics,
KRS-One,
Circle Jerks,
Connie Case,
The Cowsills,
This Heat,
Japan,
Y Pants,
The Fuzztones,
Pole,
Nick Fraelich,
Easy Going,
Joy Division,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
Public Image Ltd.,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Wyatt,
Hasil Adkins,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brass Construction,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Martian,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.