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 Ecuador and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Radio Birdman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
The United States of America,
Mr. Review,
Lou Christie,
EPMD,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
Chris Corsano,
Robert Hood,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
X-102,
The Birthday Party,
The Misunderstood,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Isaac Hayes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Skarface,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Iggy Pop,
Fear,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bill Wells,
Flash Fearless,
Peter and Kerry,
Technova,
Zero Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lindisfarne,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Drexciya,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Sun Ra,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Bob Dylan,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Minny Pops,
Moebius,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.