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 Thailand and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Barrington Levy to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Jeru the Damaja,
Spandau Ballet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
Minny Pops,
Eli Mardock,
Roger Hodgson,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Intrusion,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joe Finger,
The Offenders,
Barry Ungar,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stiv Bators,
MC5,
The Gap Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Derrick May,
Alison Limerick,
Judy Mowatt,
Unrelated Segments,
The Knickerbockers,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Vainqueur,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kayak,
Aural Exciters,
Radio Birdman,
The Black Dice,
Newcleus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hardrive,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Goldenarms,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Don Cherry,
The Fuzztones,
Soul II Soul,
Sex Pistols,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.