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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cameo,
The Wake,
48th St. Collective,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
The United States of America,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
L. Decosne,
Colin Newman,
Scion,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
Skaos,
Black Moon,
Schoolly D,
the Human League,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Visage,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Make Up,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
Blancmange,
Brothers Johnson,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Reagan Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen, Minutemen.
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.