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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Blake Baxter,
Peter & Gordon,
Roxy Music,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Yaz,
Blossom Toes,
The Saints,
Ornette Coleman,
Dead Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
The Mummies,
Siglo XX,
Sarah Menescal,
Qualms,
Kevin Saunderson,
Janne Schatter,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Ohio Players,
Bill Near,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Depeche Mode,
Bad Manners,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
Smog,
Nico,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
U.S. Maple,
OOIOO,
Radio Birdman,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Magma,
The Doors,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.