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 Belgium and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Altered Images to the rock 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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
K-Klass,
Neu!,
Unrelated Segments,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bob Dylan,
John Foxx,
Aural Exciters,
Janne Schatter,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Eli Mardock,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Byrd,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Yazoo,
Slave,
Sexual Harrassment,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rosa Yemen,
Khruangbin,
Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
David Bowie,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
Camouflage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Electric Prunes,
Agent Orange,
Cecil Taylor,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fire Engines,
Das Ding,
Royal Trux,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mad Mike,
DJ Sneak,
Aaron Thompson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Normal,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lalann,
Newcleus,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
Prince Buster,
Shoche,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.