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 Yemen and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Half Japanese record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Cal Tjader,
Barrington Levy,
Marine Girls,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Ralphi Rosario,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Radiohead,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Chris Corsano,
Underground Resistance,
Delta 5,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Shoche,
Urselle,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Susan Cadogan,
Interpol,
Black Sheep,
Scientists,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
R.M.O.,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Guru Guru,
Slick Rick,
Deepchord,
The Mojo Men,
Tom Boy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Byrd,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
the Fania All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cluster,
Lou Reed,
The Barracudas,
Buzzcocks,
Youth Brigade,
Todd Terry,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.