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 Micronesia and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Outsiders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kenny Larkin,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Alarm Clocks,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Jesper Dahlback,
June Days,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul II Soul,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scion,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aswad,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Slackers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Tremeloes,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall,
Excepter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Magazine,
Con Funk Shun,
The Barracudas,
Quando Quango,
The Flesh Eaters,
E-Dancer,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Das Ding,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Parry Music,
Scrapy,
Magma,
Johnny Clarke,
H. Thieme,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.