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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Steve Hackett to the rap 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James White and The Blacks,
The Associates,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Moody Blues,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Terrestrial Tones,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Sun City Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Wake,
Hashim,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Juan Atkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eddi Front,
Kurtis Blow,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Reuben Wilson,
Aswad,
Excepter,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
T.S.O.L.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jacques Brel,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
The Dirtbombs,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.