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 Bahamas and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Lydon,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
The Monks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pantytec,
Bluetip,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Model 500,
Das Ding,
Gang Starr,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Boz Scaggs,
Dennis Brown,
Deadbeat,
A Certain Ratio,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
The Names,
Visage,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sister Nancy,
Barrington Levy,
Scott Walker,
Easy Going,
the Association,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Lightning Bolt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Country Teasers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Guru Guru,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Tears for Fears,
Au Pairs,
Circle Jerks,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pharoah Sanders,
Agent Orange,
the Bar-Kays,
Kas Product,
Black Bananas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.