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 Milan.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 The Music Machine 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cymande,
EPMD,
Model 500,
Chrome,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Warren Ellis,
The Durutti Column,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Brass Construction,
Crash Course in Science,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aswad,
Scott Walker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
The Slits,
Q65,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gap Band,
Todd Terry,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mummies,
Popol Vuh,
Arthur Verocai,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Max Romeo,
Hashim,
Joyce Sims,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Joey Negro,
Wire,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Fear,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.