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 Qatar and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
June of 44,
Brand Nubian,
Cymande,
Lou Reed,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Soft Cell,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5,
This Heat,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Fire Engines,
F. McDonald,
Soul II Soul,
Organ,
Japan,
The Alarm Clocks,
Y Pants,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
Desert Stars,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Masters at Work,
Blake Baxter,
Minor Threat,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Main Source,
the Slits,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
Skriet,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Black Flag,
Jerry's Kids,
Excepter,
AZ,
Boredoms,
The Red Krayola,
Blossom Toes,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.