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 Ukraine and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Prince Buster to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Parry Music,
Lower 48,
The Real Kids,
the Human League,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Spoonie Gee,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Ultra Naté,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Aural Exciters,
Fear,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
New Order,
Soft Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
Underground Resistance,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Germs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
The Dirtbombs,
MDC,
Isaac Hayes,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
Scrapy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donny Hathaway,
World's Most,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Lindisfarne,
Procol Harum,
Rekid,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Loose Ends,
Audionom,
A Certain Ratio,
Agent Orange,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
the Sonics,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.