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 Benin and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the rap 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
Con Funk Shun,
Deepchord,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Joey Negro,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultravox,
In Retrospect,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Shuggie Otis,
Steve Hackett,
Livin' Joy,
The Red Krayola,
Crooked Eye,
Stiv Bators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Main Source,
Joy Division,
Marine Girls,
John Coltrane,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
Intrusion,
Cameo,
Drexciya,
the Sonics,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skaos,
AZ,
Animal Collective,
Television,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
The Residents,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Moleskins,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Donald Byrd,
ABBA,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.