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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Holger Czukay 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz 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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Can,
Subhumans,
Scan 7,
Talk Talk,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars,
B.T. Express,
Echospace,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
Franke,
the Normal,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
The Moody Blues,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Sex Pistols,
Archie Shepp,
The Angels of Light,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Red Krayola,
Smog,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
AZ,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quadrant,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Fania All-Stars,
Magma,
Kas Product,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fad Gadget,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
The Misunderstood,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ronan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cal Tjader,
Bang On A Can,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sun City Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.