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 Mexico and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 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 The Fire Engines to the funk 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Althea and Donna,
Bang On A Can,
Bobby Womack,
Hardrive,
L. Decosne,
Flipper,
The Blues Magoos,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Sherman,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mission of Burma,
The Victims,
Franke,
Flash Fearless,
Derrick May,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gun Club,
Loose Ends,
Nico,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Mummies,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Toasters,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Arab on Radar,
The Fire Engines,
Aaron Thompson,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
Parry Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Depeche Mode,
Supertramp,
Hasil Adkins,
Juan Atkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.