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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sister Nancy to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Sonics,
Interpol,
Fatback Band,
Icehouse,
Erasure,
Roxette,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
Thee Headcoats,
Blake Baxter,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sandy B,
Underground Resistance,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pere Ubu,
Liliput,
Circle Jerks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fall,
Slave,
Gang of Four,
The Blackbyrds,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alphaville,
Robert Hood,
Funkadelic,
T.S.O.L.,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
Monks,
Audionom,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.