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 Guatemala and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Delon & Dalcan,
T. Rex,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nas,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
The Pretty Things,
Ken Boothe,
Neu!,
Steve Hackett,
Susan Cadogan,
Dave Gahan,
Sight & Sound,
Gang Green,
The Cramps,
Gong,
The Beau Brummels,
The Sonics,
Nico,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
Niagra,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rod Modell,
Erykah Badu,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Lou Reed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Animal Collective,
D'Angelo,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Davy DMX,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kurtis Blow,
The Names,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
Chris Corsano,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Vladislav Delay,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.