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 Vanuatu and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joyce Sims to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ossler,
Guru Guru,
Janne Schatter,
the Human League,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
In Retrospect,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ken Boothe,
Marc Almond,
Archie Shepp,
Gong,
Todd Rundgren,
Joey Negro,
Slave,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The New Christs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Raincoats,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Nas,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABC,
Fat Boys,
The Fall,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cowsills,
Mo-Dettes,
Rotary Connection,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.