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 Rwanda and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
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 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 Marcia Griffiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Modern Lovers,
MC5,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Judy Mowatt,
The Saints,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
One Last Wish,
Circle Jerks,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Alton Ellis,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Masters at Work,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Chris Corsano,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The Standells,
Sarah Menescal,
Television,
Blancmange,
X-Ray Spex,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Sun Ra,
Organ,
Fluxion,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Wells,
Tim Buckley,
Magma,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Loose Ends,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Golliwogs,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.