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 Pakistan 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Public Image Ltd. to the funk 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun City Girls,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Matthew Bourne,
Blake Baxter,
David McCallum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Laurel Aitken,
Japan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bad Manners,
Drexciya,
Ultra Naté,
Sound Behaviour,
World's Most,
Yazoo,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Derrick Morgan,
Scrapy,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
FM Einheit,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anthony Braxton,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sällskapet,
Urselle,
Whodini,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Massinfluence,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Godley & Creme,
The Kinks,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Moody Blues,
Tim Buckley,
New Order,
Visage,
Fluxion,
Malaria!,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Inner City,
Alison Limerick,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.