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 Mozambique and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Alice Coltrane,
Cecil Taylor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Alphaville,
Nico,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Saccharine Trust,
The Happenings,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Reed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Foxx,
The Music Machine,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Bill Wells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
MDC,
T. Rex,
Groovy Waters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tom Boy,
the Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Moebius,
The Offenders,
Black Pus,
Matthew Halsall,
Symarip,
Country Teasers,
Alton Ellis,
Al Stewart,
Spoonie Gee,
The Motions,
Juan Atkins,
Terry Callier,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Severed Heads,
kango's stein massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Organ,
The Gap Band,
H. Thieme,
LL Cool J,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.