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 Samoa and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ten City to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Associates,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cramps,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deadbeat,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
the Slits,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
DNA,
Cheater Slicks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boz Scaggs,
Agitation Free,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gerry Rafferty,
Motorama,
Intrusion,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Trumans Water,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Lyres,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Donny Hathaway,
Lebanon Hanover,
Glenn Branca,
Metal Thangz,
Soft Cell,
Deepchord,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kenny Larkin,
Minutemen,
Index,
Organ,
Derrick Morgan,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.