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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Liliput to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zero Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
Monolake,
the Slits,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Peter & Gordon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Womack,
Soft Cell,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Lower 48,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Pantytec,
Technova,
The Fall,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Surgeon,
The Wake,
Unwound,
Man Parrish,
Tom Boy,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Sugar Minott,
Robert Hood,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Durutti Column,
Yaz,
Black Sheep,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Kaleidoscope,
The Music Machine,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Godley & Creme,
The Golliwogs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang Green,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
The Index,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.