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 Laos and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fluxion to the rock 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gladiators,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Gabor Szabo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Yellowson,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Masters at Work,
Neil Young,
Maleditus Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Mantronix,
Donald Byrd,
The Names,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Bananas,
Y Pants,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Toasters,
Section 25,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
The Last Poets,
Rosa Yemen,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Q65,
Toni Rubio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Neon Judgement,
The Evens,
Jimmy McGriff,
Marvin Gaye,
Talk Talk,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Wire,
the Human League,
Agent Orange,
Blossom Toes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
Panda Bear,
Reuben Wilson,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.