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 Turkey and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Blake Baxter to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
a-ha,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
Subhumans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Angry Samoans,
Skriet,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Ossler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Desert Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
Kerri Chandler,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Marine Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
R.M.O.,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lyres,
A Certain Ratio,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Wire, Wire, Wire, Wire.
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.