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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lagos.
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 snare 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 Electric Prunes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rites of Spring,
Ossler,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fugs,
Au Pairs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Swell Maps,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
Robert Hood,
It's A Beautiful Day,
New Age Steppers,
Scan 7,
Sex Pistols,
Pantytec,
Ten City,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slave,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Massinfluence,
Tres Demented,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yellowson,
Popol Vuh,
The Slits,
Can,
Cybotron,
Eric B and Rakim,
Leonard Cohen,
Gang Gang Dance,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.