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 Mauritius and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Lou Christie to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Ludus,
Rosa Yemen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
Eden Ahbez,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Ken Boothe,
Electric Prunes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Green,
Intrusion,
Make Up,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
R.M.O.,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Trojans,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lou Christie,
The Knickerbockers,
Steve Hackett,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
The Remains,
Boz Scaggs,
The Move,
The Five Americans,
Depeche Mode,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Dark Day,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Suicide,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The United States of America,
The Associates,
The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges, The Stooges.
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.