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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 EPMD to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Hashim,
Underground Resistance,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Associates,
D'Angelo,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
Blake Baxter,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Loose Ends,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance,
Vainqueur,
Arthur Verocai,
Spandau Ballet,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cluster,
The Searchers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Sällskapet,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
Warren Ellis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scientists,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Clarke,
Camberwell Now,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dawn Penn,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eurythmics,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kaleidoscope,
Marine Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Cymande,
Livin' Joy,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.