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 Singapore and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Max Romeo,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
A Certain Ratio,
Godley & Creme,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Skarface,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Television Personalities,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
Icehouse,
Negative Approach,
Mo-Dettes,
Rosa Yemen,
Flamin' Groovies,
Colin Newman,
New Age Steppers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Sherman,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Morten Harket,
Franke,
Avey Tare,
Ohio Players,
Audionom,
Sandy B,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Girls At Our Best!,
L. Decosne,
The Real Kids,
Fad Gadget,
Japan,
ABBA,
Camouflage,
Joey Negro,
The Velvet Underground,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joe Finger,
The Martian,
Sonny Sharrock,
Babytalk,
Duran Duran,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Index,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
La Düsseldorf,
Kas Product,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.