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 Slovenia and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
MC5,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ultra Naté,
Kaleidoscope,
The Red Krayola,
Moss Icon,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
David McCallum,
Inner City,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Soul Sonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Von Mondo,
The United States of America,
Qualms,
The Gories,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
Skarface,
Funkadelic,
Jacques Brel,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faraquet,
Bill Wells,
Marc Almond,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.