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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Michael McDonald 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 Goldenarms to the techno 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
the Slits,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Pantytec,
Ken Boothe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
the Normal,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quadrant,
Max Romeo,
The Toasters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Althea and Donna,
Aloha Tigers,
Man Parrish,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
X-101,
Minutemen,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
Warsaw,
The Fall,
Lou Christie,
Au Pairs,
Agent Orange,
Danielle Patucci,
Harmonia,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donny Hathaway,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
PIL,
Derrick Morgan,
D'Angelo,
Kurtis Blow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Lalann,
Patti Smith,
Mantronix,
Anthony Braxton,
Minnie Riperton,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.