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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Underground Resistance to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Livin' Joy,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Vogues,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
Inner City,
Boz Scaggs,
World's Most,
Steve Hackett,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Organ,
The Standells,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fortunes,
Funky Four + One,
Royal Trux,
Y Pants,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pulsallama,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Guru Guru,
Ohio Players,
Brick,
Minutemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang Green,
The Cure,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Cybotron,
Parry Music,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.