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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 R.M.O. to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Moleskins. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Maurizio,
Gang Green,
the Soft Cell,
Isaac Hayes,
Derrick May,
Zapp,
Mars,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultravox,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
Joensuu 1685,
Minutemen,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
Roxy Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Reagan Youth,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Blues Magoos,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris & Cosey,
Whodini,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Cell,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Monochrome Set,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Television,
Lou Reed,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minor Threat,
Gil Scott Heron,
Howard Jones,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.