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 Panama and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lightning Bolt to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
E-Dancer,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
Erasure,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Von Mondo,
Howard Jones,
K-Klass,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill,
the Association,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
The Doors,
Bizarre Inc.,
Au Pairs,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sound,
Patti Smith,
John Lydon,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
David McCallum,
Jandek,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moody Blues,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
Aloha Tigers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.