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 Morocco and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultravox,
Whodini,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Donald Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Susan Cadogan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
The Five Americans,
The Mojo Men,
Sixth Finger,
The Searchers,
Nas,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Isaac Hayes,
Bootsy Collins,
Quando Quango,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wings,
Cluster,
Spandau Ballet,
The Victims,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Graham Central Station,
F. McDonald,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Jeru the Damaja,
Althea and Donna,
Motorama,
Ornette Coleman,
T.S.O.L.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Grey Daturas,
Animal Collective,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Toasters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Adolescents,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.