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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
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 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 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Altered Images,
The Evens,
Pagans,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Model 500,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Urselle,
Bauhaus,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Reuben Wilson,
Kurtis Blow,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yellowson,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cowsills,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Suicide,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Television,
Pantaleimon,
The Smiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jeff Mills,
Alison Limerick,
The Techniques,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Icehouse,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Q65,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.