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 Mali and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Blake Baxter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Judy Mowatt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Parry Music,
Janne Schatter,
Harmonia,
Chrome,
Fluxion,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker,
Donny Hathaway,
Idris Muhammad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Interpol,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
Sandy B,
Lungfish,
David McCallum,
Nik Kershaw,
Infiniti,
Second Layer,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Mandrill,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
The Angels of Light,
Reuben Wilson,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Blues Magoos,
Unwound,
OOIOO,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
John Lydon,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.