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 Montenegro and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Outsiders to the funk 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Move,
Matthew Bourne,
Symarip,
June of 44,
The Evens,
B.T. Express,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
Visage,
CMW,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Brick,
Faust,
cv313,
Ludus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Hardrive,
Fat Boys,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sam Rivers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sight & Sound,
Yellowson,
Simply Red,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
Yazoo,
Tim Buckley,
Dark Day,
The Human League,
Bad Manners,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.