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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gong 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
The Associates,
Cecil Taylor,
Lee Hazlewood,
John Lydon,
The Cramps,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Eve St. Jones,
The Five Americans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Symarip,
Black Moon,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Porter Ricks,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
48th St. Collective,
Quando Quango,
Television,
OOIOO,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Visage,
Tubeway Army,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Nirvana,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Goldenarms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
The Tremeloes,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.