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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. 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 marimba and an oboe 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 organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
Graham Central Station,
Lower 48,
the Human League,
Surgeon,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bluetip,
Metal Thangz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Oblivians,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Teasers,
Radiopuhelimet,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mojo Men,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
Terry Callier,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
kango's stein massive,
Iggy Pop,
Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
John Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
The Monochrome Set,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Tubeway Army,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Erasure,
Eddi Front,
David Axelrod,
Franke,
Kool Moe Dee,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Panda Bear,
Warsaw,
Erykah Badu,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Aural Exciters,
Urselle,
Motorama,
Arab on Radar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.