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 Cyprus and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Junior Murvin to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Newcleus,
Laurel Aitken,
Robert Hood,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Theoretical Girls,
Hardrive,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Suicide,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Godley & Creme,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Leaves,
Technova,
The Remains,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Country Teasers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Carl Craig,
Robert Wyatt,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aloha Tigers,
Letta Mbulu,
KRS-One,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Selecter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Reuben Wilson,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
Essential Logic,
The Standells,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.