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 Guyana and from Cairo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Minutemen to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
David Axelrod,
Country Teasers,
Joe Finger,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pantaleimon,
Harry Pussy,
The Happenings,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Babytalk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chrome,
The American Breed,
Hasil Adkins,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Black Bananas,
The Divine Comedy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Alphaville,
The Tremeloes,
Newcleus,
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Tim Buckley,
Echospace,
Johnny Clarke,
L. Decosne,
Wings,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
X-Ray Spex,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yazoo,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
The Fall,
Can,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.