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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 güiro 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 The Human League to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brass Construction,
Ultra Naté,
Minor Threat,
Warren Ellis,
X-102,
Wasted Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
Circle Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Janne Schatter,
Scratch Acid,
Sun City Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
Echospace,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Pantytec,
DJ Style,
The Residents,
Tubeway Army,
The Remains,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Absolute Body Control,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ponytail,
Peter & Gordon,
Alison Limerick,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sister Nancy,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Loose Ends,
MDC,
Cymande,
The Last Poets,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Minutemen,
A Certain Ratio,
Arab on Radar,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
The Associates,
a-ha,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wally Richardson,
The Gladiators,
Bill Wells,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.