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 South Africa and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cameo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Scan 7,
Lalo Schifrin,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Marmalade,
ABC,
Banda Bassotti,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The J.B.'s,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
The Wake,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Move,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Main Source,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crash Course in Science,
a-ha,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radiopuhelimet,
UT,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Das Ding,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Scion,
Hashim,
Smog,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Janne Schatter,
The Fortunes,
Godley & Creme,
Mission of Burma,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Faust,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
John Foxx,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.