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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 snare 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 Avey Tare to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
T.S.O.L.,
Colin Newman,
Sun Ra,
Sparks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Judy Mowatt,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
The Birthday Party,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DJ Sneak,
Cameo,
Harpers Bizarre,
MDC,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Bronski Beat,
Soulsonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Nik Kershaw,
Supertramp,
The Stooges,
John Foxx,
Franke,
David Bowie,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Easy Going,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
The Tremeloes,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
New Order,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
DNA,
The Martian,
Gang Green,
Young Marble Giants,
The Gladiators,
Outsiders,
Wally Richardson,
Desert Stars,
Roy Ayers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suicide,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.