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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Excepter to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Wire,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Suburban Knight,
Warren Ellis,
Nico,
The Barracudas,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bill Wells,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Amazonics,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
The Star Department,
Barry Ungar,
The Walker Brothers,
Loose Ends,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Guru Guru,
Tommy Roe,
Brass Construction,
Anthony Braxton,
Japan,
E-Dancer,
the Human League,
Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stiv Bators,
The Cowsills,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.