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 Maldives and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Agent Orange to the crunk 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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Fall,
Lalann,
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Graham Central Station,
Outsiders,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Easy Going,
Deepchord,
Quando Quango,
the Human League,
Warsaw,
Guru Guru,
Zapp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Eating Sloth,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
Arab on Radar,
Nils Olav,
Can,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rakim,
Marvin Gaye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Toni Rubio,
Surgeon,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
AZ,
Goldenarms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Drexciya,
Camberwell Now,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Aural Exciters,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Gichy Dan,
Moby Grape,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yazoo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.