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 Andorra and from Manila.
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 Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Index,
Parry Music,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
OOIOO,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Althea and Donna,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Judy Mowatt,
Negative Approach,
Al Stewart,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
Amazonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wasted Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Don Cherry,
Janne Schatter,
Rapeman,
Chris & Cosey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
The Gun Club,
Aloha Tigers,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Hoover,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lindisfarne,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Doors,
Pole,
Crime,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Alphaville,
Brand Nubian,
Aaron Thompson,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Iggy Pop,
Minnie Riperton,
Y Pants,
L. Decosne,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.