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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Whodini,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Davy DMX,
Susan Cadogan,
The Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
The Cowsills,
Smog,
Ten City,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Kinks,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Goldenarms,
The Gladiators,
Darondo,
Yusef Lateef,
Funky Four + One,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Main Source,
The Move,
Fat Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Idris Muhammad,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Japan,
Judy Mowatt,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Porter Ricks,
Blancmange,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Cluster,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
48th St. Collective,
Grauzone,
Slave,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.