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 Ivory Coast and from Mexico City.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 L. Decosne to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Sight & Sound,
The Modern Lovers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
The Cramps,
Main Source,
The Smiths,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joey Negro,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
Alphaville,
Cameo,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Alison Limerick,
Angry Samoans,
Gang Green,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lee Hazlewood,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Moby Grape,
Warren Ellis,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Peter & Gordon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
Stereo Dub,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Roger Hodgson,
the Human League,
Inner City,
Japan,
Smog,
Colin Newman,
Theoretical Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
DJ Style,
Yaz,
Anakelly,
Nils Olav,
the Germs,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.