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 Antigua and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
The Mummies,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Beau Brummels,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
U.S. Maple,
Patti Smith,
Iggy Pop,
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siglo XX,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Tomorrow,
D'Angelo,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kas Product,
Wings,
Whodini,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerri Chandler,
H. Thieme,
The Barracudas,
Flash Fearless,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kenny Larkin,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.