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 Turkey and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 theremin 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 The Happenings to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Crooked Eye,
Lower 48,
Kenny Larkin,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Slits,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
The Stooges,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Matthew Halsall,
The Slackers,
ABC,
Tom Boy,
Lightning Bolt,
Lakeside,
Porter Ricks,
Jawbox,
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Kinks,
Fat Boys,
The Toasters,
Gabor Szabo,
L. Decosne,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
The Smoke,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
Cameo,
The Trojans,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
the Human League,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.