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 China 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow 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?
Magma,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Steve Hackett,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
The Smoke,
Drexciya,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Gang Starr,
Zero Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Skarface,
Brothers Johnson,
Y Pants,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
the Germs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Sonics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Excepter,
Donny Hathaway,
Make Up,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Fraelich,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Hardrive,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
Au Pairs,
Cybotron,
Yazoo,
Cymande,
Rosa Yemen,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nirvana,
Boz Scaggs,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.