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 Eritrea and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad 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?
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Jandek,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Pulsallama,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
Junior Murvin,
Soul II Soul,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Scratch Acid,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
The Searchers,
Graham Central Station,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Flamin' Groovies,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
Joyce Sims,
Depeche Mode,
Gang Starr,
Leonard Cohen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oneida,
Mission of Burma,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fluxion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
The Count Five,
Groovy Waters,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
The Tremeloes,
Basic Channel,
The Velvet Underground,
The Saints,
Rakim,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.