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 Ireland and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
China Crisis,
Fela Kuti,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Sällskapet,
Depeche Mode,
Rod Modell,
Franke,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Peter & Gordon,
L. Decosne,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Infiniti,
Pagans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Aswad,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Visage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Charles Mingus,
Siglo XX,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare,
Lou Christie,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blues Magoos,
Theoretical Girls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.