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 South Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Ituana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Almond,
Aural Exciters,
Theoretical Girls,
Qualms,
OOIOO,
Cameo,
The Fire Engines,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter & Gordon,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
Gang Green,
Alice Coltrane,
Joensuu 1685,
Angry Samoans,
Marine Girls,
Drexciya,
The Count Five,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Sarah Menescal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Livin' Joy,
The Gladiators,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
Altered Images,
The Vogues,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
Letta Mbulu,
Minor Threat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Chrome,
Roxy Music,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.