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 Dominica and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the techno 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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Cecil Taylor,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Ossler,
New Age Steppers,
Symarip,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Robert Görl,
10cc,
Bobby Womack,
OOIOO,
Tubeway Army,
Ultravox,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spoonie Gee,
Sugar Minott,
UT,
Faraquet,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Pop Group,
R.M.O.,
Al Stewart,
Angry Samoans,
Todd Terry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Isaac Hayes,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Zeros,
Second Layer,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
The Beau Brummels,
June of 44,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
The Martian,
Echospace,
Black Sheep,
The Busters,
Inner City,
The Count Five,
John Coltrane,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.