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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
Roxy Music,
China Crisis,
Eve St. Jones,
The Red Krayola,
John Coltrane,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Matthew Bourne,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sam Rivers,
Visage,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Youth Brigade,
H. Thieme,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Enemy,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
The Leaves,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
T. Rex,
Vladislav Delay,
Stereo Dub,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jeff Lynne,
Thee Headcoats,
Bluetip,
The Toasters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
K-Klass,
Curtis Mayfield,
Max Romeo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reagan Youth,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Rites of Spring,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.