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 United Kingdom 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Moss Icon,
X-101,
Roxy Music,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick Morgan,
The United States of America,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Fluxion,
Henry Cow,
Chris Corsano,
Sonny Sharrock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pole,
X-102,
Graham Central Station,
David Bowie,
Black Pus,
The Searchers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hot Snakes,
Qualms,
Rites of Spring,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
Pantytec,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Can,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Music Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.