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 Haiti and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marmalade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Banda Bassotti,
LL Cool J,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fuzztones,
Scientists,
JFA,
Scratch Acid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
James White and The Blacks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Blues Magoos,
Gichy Dan,
Von Mondo,
Pantaleimon,
Andrew Hill,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Qualms,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wings,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mad Mike,
Bad Manners,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Steve Hackett,
The Gap Band,
Glenn Branca,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
EPMD,
Cymande,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.