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 Ethiopia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Chrome to the grunge 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
The Monochrome Set,
Barry Ungar,
The Barracudas,
Organ,
Das Ding,
Inner City,
DNA,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Procol Harum,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dave Clark Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Hashim,
The Moleskins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Icehouse,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Byrd,
Skaos,
Cameo,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Todd Rundgren,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Livin' Joy,
Leonard Cohen,
FM Einheit,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Unrelated Segments,
Tomorrow,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
The Standells,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Janne Schatter,
The Trojans,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.