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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Archie Shepp to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Todd Rundgren,
Bluetip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Anakelly,
Amon Düül,
Yaz,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alton Ellis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Angels of Light,
Make Up,
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Depeche Mode,
Das Ding,
New Age Steppers,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Almond,
Henry Cow,
Erasure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Con Funk Shun,
Laurel Aitken,
Tom Boy,
Outsiders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Roxy Music,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
David McCallum,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ken Boothe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
Tres Demented,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.