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 Benin and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Severed Heads record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Can,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Hardrive,
The Last Poets,
The Skatalites,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Audionom,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
The Human League,
Fad Gadget,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
Sun City Girls,
LL Cool J,
Soul II Soul,
Buzzcocks,
David McCallum,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
Theoretical Girls,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Steve Hackett,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
The Sound,
Make Up,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Yellowson,
Bush Tetras,
Pere Ubu,
Silicon Teens,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.