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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
Television,
Zapp,
Faust,
David Axelrod,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Symarip,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
L. Decosne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Tommy Roe,
Public Enemy,
Kaleidoscope,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Mad Mike,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
Sam Rivers,
Marshall Jefferson,
CMW,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
X-Ray Spex,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Deakin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
Excepter,
The Toasters,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Wyatt,
Suburban Knight,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Tremeloes,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
X-102,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.