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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 The Durutti Column to the techno 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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Skarface,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Talk Talk,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Clarke,
Lindisfarne,
The Evens,
Sandy B,
The Trojans,
Royal Trux,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kevin Saunderson,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
The Barracudas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
The Grass Roots,
Susan Cadogan,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Anakelly,
Maleditus Sound,
Davy DMX,
Neil Young,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Fela Kuti,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skriet,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Motions,
The Skatalites,
The Gladiators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Germs,
Lalann,
Crash Course in Science,
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Unrelated Segments,
Roy Ayers,
The Kinks,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.