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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 clarinet 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Eddi Front,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Section 25,
Hasil Adkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Absolute Body Control,
Minnie Riperton,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
Make Up,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Supertramp,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Techniques,
Adolescents,
Electric Prunes,
Connie Case,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Red Krayola,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
AZ,
Blancmange,
the Association,
Liliput,
Davy DMX,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Skatalites,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The American Breed,
Desert Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sonic Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
10cc,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Tommy Roe,
Black Moon,
Visage,
Gang of Four,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.