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 Gambia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Stetsasonic to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tubeway Army. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Outsiders,
Metal Thangz,
Judy Mowatt,
Blake Baxter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Smooth,
Dark Day,
Robert Wyatt,
The J.B.'s,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hasil Adkins,
Brand Nubian,
Cybotron,
Young Marble Giants,
B.T. Express,
Sällskapet,
Lalann,
Dead Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Laurel Aitken,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
Dawn Penn,
E-Dancer,
Pole,
Maurizio,
The Pretty Things,
The Smiths,
a-ha,
Zapp,
Lou Reed,
Arthur Verocai,
Public Enemy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
Davy DMX,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Cowsills,
Flash Fearless,
The Blackbyrds,
Juan Atkins,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.