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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Donald Fagen 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Scion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
D'Angelo,
The Raincoats,
The Litter,
Mo-Dettes,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Zapp,
Duran Duran,
Make Up,
The Blues Magoos,
Funkadelic,
The Buckinghams,
The Misunderstood,
The Saints,
The Red Krayola,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
The Busters,
World's Most,
Sun City Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Techniques,
John Foxx,
Adolescents,
Idris Muhammad,
Average White Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Lydon,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
R.M.O.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Matthew Bourne,
Gang of Four,
cv313,
Black Bananas,
Rotary Connection,
Main Source,
Kaleidoscope,
Girls At Our Best!,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultra Naté,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eric Copeland,
The Sonics,
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.