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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mary Jane Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hoover,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Graham Central Station,
X-102,
Monks,
Suburban Knight,
Masters at Work,
Subhumans,
David Bowie,
Amazonics,
Tres Demented,
Joe Smooth,
Ponytail,
Piero Umiliani,
Eddi Front,
The Gories,
Toni Rubio,
Brass Construction,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
Dave Gahan,
The Toasters,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Marcia Griffiths,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Scientists,
The Misunderstood,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Anthony Braxton,
Crispy Ambulance,
Technova,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Popol Vuh,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Kinks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.