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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 FM Einheit to the disco 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Danielle Patucci,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Leaves,
Marine Girls,
Kas Product,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fuzztones,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Smiths,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erasure,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Mills,
Radio Birdman,
Dawn Penn,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Finger,
The Black Dice,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neu!,
Warsaw,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Hashim,
Flipper,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Cure,
Deepchord,
Massinfluence,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
MDC,
The Cramps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.