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 Belize and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Essential Logic to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maurizio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Ralphi Rosario,
H. Thieme,
U.S. Maple,
10cc,
Lou Christie,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Visage,
Don Cherry,
X-101,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rapeman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Kurtis Blow,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tommy Roe,
Anakelly,
the Germs,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Royal Trux,
Graham Central Station,
The Tremeloes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suicide,
Bush Tetras,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Zeros,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sun City Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
Joy Division,
Roxette,
Basic Channel,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.