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 Suriname and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sun City Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Faust,
DJ Style,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
T.S.O.L.,
Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultravox,
Tim Buckley,
Morten Harket,
Donald Byrd,
Yellowson,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Pere Ubu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fela Kuti,
Suburban Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Lydon,
Boredoms,
Hashim,
Neil Young,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun City Girls,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
The Raincoats,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Simply Red,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Green,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jawbox,
Maleditus Sound,
Patti Smith,
Visage,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Nas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.