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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Eric Copeland to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brass Construction,
The Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
The Grass Roots,
Erykah Badu,
Don Cherry,
Procol Harum,
Carl Craig,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
The United States of America,
Moss Icon,
Sparks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sexual Harrassment,
June of 44,
Model 500,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
John Lydon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Scrapy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
Tres Demented,
Sound Behaviour,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Flag,
Scientists,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
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.