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 France and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Leonard Cohen to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Anakelly,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Shoche,
Mars,
cv313,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Black Bananas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Scion,
Robert Görl,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Bobby Byrd,
The Happenings,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
The Beau Brummels,
Crime,
Lower 48,
Curtis Mayfield,
Skarface,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Fraelich,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Fuzztones,
EPMD,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Suicide,
Royal Trux,
Saccharine Trust,
Slave,
The Raincoats,
Joyce Sims,
Scientists,
The Cowsills,
Pagans,
UT,
Prince Buster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Index,
the Slits,
Groovy Waters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.