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 Czech Republic and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Sound Behaviour,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dawn Penn,
Janne Schatter,
Pussy Galore,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
John Cale,
Monks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
The American Breed,
Charles Mingus,
Kas Product,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Little Man,
Can,
Moebius,
Con Funk Shun,
Audionom,
Fad Gadget,
Stiv Bators,
Gang Green,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Leonard Cohen,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
T.S.O.L.,
DJ Sneak,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
David McCallum,
This Heat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Dave Clark Five,
Slave,
Q and Not U,
Sex Pistols,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.