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 Sri Lanka and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Q and Not U to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Darondo,
Josef K,
The Grass Roots,
Archie Shepp,
Junior Murvin,
The Moleskins,
Basic Channel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mantronix,
Rod Modell,
Q65,
Young Marble Giants,
Rufus Thomas,
Colin Newman,
Peter & Gordon,
Ornette Coleman,
FM Einheit,
The Leaves,
Letta Mbulu,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Doors,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Chrome,
Cameo,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms,
Pussy Galore,
Donny Hathaway,
Simply Red,
Dark Day,
Morten Harket,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick May,
Deadbeat,
Country Teasers,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.