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 Uruguay and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Gong to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
Sex Pistols,
Deakin,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Desert Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rotary Connection,
Surgeon,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Funkadelic,
Ten City,
B.T. Express,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
10cc,
the Association,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Interpol,
FM Einheit,
Eric B and Rakim,
Second Layer,
Little Man,
Arcadia,
Quantec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
Tommy Roe,
Minnie Riperton,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
JFA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Organ,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.