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 Suriname and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo 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?
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
Barbara Tucker,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aswad,
The Misunderstood,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Howard Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Japan,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jawbox,
Jeff Lynne,
Yellowson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Intrusion,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Trojans,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Holt,
Loose Ends,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.