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 Comoros and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
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 808 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Steve Hackett,
Babytalk,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fortunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Rundgren,
The Five Americans,
The Leaves,
Ten City,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Fela Kuti,
Brand Nubian,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Motorama,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Michelle Simonal,
Funky Four + One,
The Smiths,
The Stooges,
The Selecter,
The Slits,
Oblivians,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
Gong,
The Real Kids,
The Doors,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Essential Logic,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.