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 Papua New Guinea and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 guitar 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 Harmonia to the jazz 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Lynne,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
June of 44,
Wire,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
Au Pairs,
Bob Dylan,
Underground Resistance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Accadde A,
The Human League,
Wasted Youth,
kango's stein massive,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Lower 48,
Faraquet,
The Dirtbombs,
U.S. Maple,
Henry Cow,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brand Nubian,
One Last Wish,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
The Moody Blues,
Iggy Pop,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Prince Buster,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Al Stewart,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
The Golliwogs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Man Parrish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.