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 Sweden and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the jazz 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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Neil Young,
The Human League,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
June Days,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks,
Arab on Radar,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quando Quango,
Los Fastidios,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Swans,
Pole,
Scrapy,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Supertramp,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harmonia,
Whodini,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Parry Music,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
John Foxx,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.