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 Bolivia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Freddie Wadling to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
B.T. Express,
Josef K,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Essential Logic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
The Pretty Things,
Motorama,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Thompson Twins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cheater Slicks,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Dark Day,
Bronski Beat,
Funky Four + One,
The Names,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nico,
The Raincoats,
Ultra Naté,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
The Skatalites,
Henry Cow,
Minny Pops,
Amon Düül,
Black Pus,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Oblivians,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Susan Cadogan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barry Ungar,
Thee Headcoats,
Dave Gahan,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
The Evens,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.