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 Monaco and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Malaria! to the jazz 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Basic Channel,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Donald Byrd,
Porter Ricks,
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
Newcleus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Silicon Teens,
Severed Heads,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Birthday Party,
Stereo Dub,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
B.T. Express,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Ornette Coleman,
Depeche Mode,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Sight & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
Dennis Brown,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moby Grape,
The Five Americans,
Rotary Connection,
Prince Buster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anthony Braxton,
The Standells,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cramps,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.