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 Mexico and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fad Gadget to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
Hardrive,
The Martian,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
CMW,
Ultra Naté,
The Monochrome Set,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Anakelly,
The Gladiators,
Negative Approach,
U.S. Maple,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fugazi,
Bill Wells,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
KRS-One,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Lungfish,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Q and Not U,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rosa Yemen,
Malaria!,
Shoche,
Cameo,
Jacob Miller,
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soft Cell,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.