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 Namibia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the grunge 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ten City,
Fatback Band,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Joy Division,
Organ,
FM Einheit,
Livin' Joy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Erasure,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Nils Olav,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lee Hazlewood,
Audionom,
Graham Central Station,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
Bad Manners,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Toni Rubio,
Lyres,
Alice Coltrane,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Model 500,
The Cramps,
David Bowie,
Rakim,
The Evens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Urselle,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marmalade,
Visage,
Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.