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 Spain and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Amon Düül to the grime 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Ponytail,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Bauhaus,
Al Stewart,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Theoretical Girls,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Vogues,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Motions,
The Saints,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Funkadelic,
Reuben Wilson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Suicide,
the Germs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Remains,
Yusef Lateef,
Dorothy Ashby,
Altered Images,
Magazine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Byrd,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crash Course in Science,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Kenny Larkin,
Camberwell Now,
Cymande,
The Toasters,
Trumans Water,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.