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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The J.B.'s to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Faraquet,
Soul II Soul,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Doors,
Q and Not U,
Second Layer,
Scion,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Slave,
Moebius,
Toni Rubio,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
A Certain Ratio,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Fugs,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wolf Eyes,
Swans,
Ludus,
Moss Icon,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
UT,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Flash Fearless,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aswad,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Pylon,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
The Kinks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cymande,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
Scratch Acid,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.