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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Juan Atkins,
Lyres,
Crime,
Japan,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cramps,
Clear Light,
Moby Grape,
the Swans,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
K-Klass,
Groovy Waters,
Marine Girls,
Slick Rick,
Simply Red,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Angry Samoans,
Von Mondo,
Wings,
Iggy Pop,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rekid,
The Pop Group,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
the Human League,
The Stooges,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed,
Matthew Bourne,
The Searchers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
The Cure,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Al Stewart,
The Golliwogs,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.