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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Pussy Galore,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fuzztones,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Soul II Soul,
World's Most,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ohio Players,
One Last Wish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Wasted Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Sällskapet,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Skriet,
The Selecter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
FM Einheit,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
The Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
Mission of Burma,
The Vogues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
the Germs,
Gong,
Scott Walker,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Franke,
The United States of America,
Television,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
The Litter,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.