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 Latvia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
the Germs,
The Vogues,
Gong,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fluxion,
Sparks,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Swans,
Henry Cow,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Warren Ellis,
Unrelated Segments,
Junior Murvin,
Symarip,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Nick Fraelich,
Marc Almond,
James White and The Blacks,
Visage,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Au Pairs,
Desert Stars,
Groovy Waters,
Carl Craig,
Goldenarms,
Roy Ayers,
Infiniti,
Dawn Penn,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Cameo,
Rekid,
The Dead C,
The Angels of Light,
CMW,
Organ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Monolake,
Crash Course in Science,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.