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 Malaysia and from Beijing.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kayak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Dawn Penn,
Drive Like Jehu,
Funkadelic,
The Birthday Party,
Fela Kuti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gang Starr,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Underground Resistance,
Michelle Simonal,
Desert Stars,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Crime,
Hashim,
Swans,
The Blackbyrds,
Loose Ends,
The Human League,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
The Cramps,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
E-Dancer,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Monochrome Set,
Lucky Dragons,
Gichy Dan,
The Invisible,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
The Fuzztones,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dark Day,
F. McDonald,
Oneida,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.