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 Lagos.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gun Club,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Hardrive,
Heaven 17,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
the Sonics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Little Man,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Smog,
Masters at Work,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
DJ Sneak,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Television Personalities,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Interpol,
Negative Approach,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Mad Mike,
Lakeside,
The Monochrome Set,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
Eric Dolphy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Standells,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Outsiders,
Visage,
The Human League,
48th St. Collective,
The Velvet Underground,
Amon Düül II,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.