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 Paraguay and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
The Offenders,
The Walker Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Tubeway Army,
the Bar-Kays,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magma,
Crime,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kenny Larkin,
Das Ding,
Urselle,
Nico,
The Smiths,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Suburban Knight,
Depeche Mode,
Mo-Dettes,
Lower 48,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lyres,
Warren Ellis,
Brass Construction,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
Aural Exciters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Rites of Spring,
Absolute Body Control,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
The Barracudas,
Ronan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lalann,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minutemen,
Black Moon,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.