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 Cambodia and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Crispy Ambulance to the rock 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
The Star Department,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Alphaville,
Yazoo,
Lower 48,
Pulsallama,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
Gichy Dan,
The Selecter,
Warren Ellis,
Iggy Pop,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Goldenarms,
The Smoke,
Barrington Levy,
Kenny Larkin,
David Axelrod,
The Blackbyrds,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronnie Foster,
The Searchers,
Sexual Harrassment,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Nils Olav,
Gang Green,
Prince Buster,
The Slackers,
Mars,
David Bowie,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Model 500,
China Crisis,
Todd Terry,
The Saints,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Visage,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Porter Ricks,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
E-Dancer,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.