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 Syria and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Bobby Womack,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
The Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Thee Headcoats,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Buzzcocks,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Fear,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
The Litter,
the Soft Cell,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Stetsasonic,
Lyres,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Quadrant,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
DNA,
Bluetip,
The Gladiators,
D'Angelo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Davy DMX,
The Kinks,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.