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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Soul II Soul to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Tremeloes,
Hashim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Easy Going,
Ornette Coleman,
June of 44,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Funkadelic,
Boogie Down Productions,
Moebius,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faust,
Cameo,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Joey Negro,
Cheater Slicks,
The Fire Engines,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
Peter & Gordon,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Absolute Body Control,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Fad Gadget,
Scrapy,
Byron Stingily,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joy Division,
The Cowsills,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Moon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.