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 Jamaica and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Quadrant to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ice-T,
the Sonics,
Jeff Lynne,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eurythmics,
Schoolly D,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
R.M.O.,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scratch Acid,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Visage,
The Names,
The Detroit Cobras,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Infiniti,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Charles Mingus,
Angry Samoans,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
Rekid,
Intrusion,
Grey Daturas,
A Certain Ratio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Prunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.