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 Marshall Islands and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Joe Smooth,
Fugazi,
Crime,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric B and Rakim,
Little Man,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Pere Ubu,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monolake,
Blancmange,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Ohio Players,
Average White Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
Wings,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Niagra,
John Coltrane,
H. Thieme,
Crooked Eye,
the Association,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Surgeon,
Howard Jones,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
The Birthday Party,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Arcadia,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Joey Negro,
Fad Gadget,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.