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 Angola and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Drexciya,
Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Anakelly,
Smog,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T. Rex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Jerry Gold Smith,
John Foxx,
Gregory Isaacs,
Visage,
Skarface,
Alphaville,
Subhumans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
The Angels of Light,
Lakeside,
The Human League,
Nas,
Vainqueur,
Sister Nancy,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Roxette,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
Vladislav Delay,
Lightning Bolt,
Sarah Menescal,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Magma,
Marmalade,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Second Layer,
Hot Snakes,
Quando Quango,
Shoche,
Symarip,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.