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 Zambia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 The Neon Judgement to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Niagra,
FM Einheit,
Pere Ubu,
Bluetip,
Archie Shepp,
Newcleus,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Lyres,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Sex Pistols,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lalo Schifrin,
Massinfluence,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Normal,
Pylon,
Eurythmics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.