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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Traffic Nightmare,
Japan,
Sällskapet,
Scrapy,
Donny Hathaway,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gang Green,
Nico,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Black Bananas,
Sarah Menescal,
New Order,
Chrome,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
Steve Hackett,
The New Christs,
The Music Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nas,
Toni Rubio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Prince Buster,
Royal Trux,
The Neon Judgement,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Massinfluence,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Pus,
Flash Fearless,
Spoonie Gee,
AZ,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tom Boy,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.