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 South Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Bang On A Can,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soulsonic Force,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Pop Group,
Average White Band,
X-102,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
Television Personalities,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
X-101,
Marmalade,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
The Blackbyrds,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Gong,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Suicide,
David Bowie,
Reagan Youth,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Arcadia,
Supertramp,
Mo-Dettes,
Derrick Morgan,
Steve Hackett,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
Iggy Pop,
The Shadows of Knight,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.