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 Romania and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin 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 Toasters to the crunk 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Severed Heads,
Suicide,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Harmonia,
David Bowie,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mad Mike,
The Standells,
The Blues Magoos,
Amon Düül II,
Circle Jerks,
B.T. Express,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
The Fall,
Byron Stingily,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Procol Harum,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Subhumans,
Arcadia,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Roxy Music,
Erasure,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Groovy Waters,
Anakelly,
The Dirtbombs,
Model 500,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lalann,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Animal Collective,
Schoolly D,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.