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 Nicaragua and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the jazz 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Steve Hackett,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
ABC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
John Cale,
Danielle Patucci,
Flash Fearless,
Average White Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Harmonia,
Public Enemy,
the Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
Tom Boy,
EPMD,
The Index,
Niagra,
Fugazi,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Supertramp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bill Near,
The Five Americans,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
The J.B.'s,
B.T. Express,
Warren Ellis,
Guru Guru,
Simply Red,
Clear Light,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
David Axelrod,
Rapeman,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Aloha Tigers,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.