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 Uruguay and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
Deakin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Darondo,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
The Fuzztones,
Scion,
The Names,
The Fall,
The Gap Band,
Can,
Moby Grape,
Aaron Thompson,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unwound,
Hardrive,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Faraquet,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Misunderstood,
The Angels of Light,
Gong,
D'Angelo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Half Japanese,
These Immortal Souls,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Hoover,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Byrd,
Mandrill,
Qualms,
kango's stein massive,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Kaleidoscope,
Soft Cell,
the Association,
Sparks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Prunes,
Nas,
MC5,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.