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 Senegal and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Leonard Cohen to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Howard Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Henry Cow,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Leaves,
Bad Manners,
Camberwell Now,
The Velvet Underground,
The Golliwogs,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
The Shadows of Knight,
DJ Sneak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Nas,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Stetsasonic,
The Associates,
Symarip,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
the Slits,
Wolf Eyes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Count Five,
Bluetip,
Warsaw,
Andrew Hill,
The Cowsills,
Skriet,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Morten Harket,
Joyce Sims,
Steve Hackett,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cameo,
Alphaville,
John Cale,
The Gories,
Porter Ricks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Ralphi Rosario,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.