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 Benin and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Flipper to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Scott Walker,
The Move,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Smog,
X-Ray Spex,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Aural Exciters,
Jawbox,
Television,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sugar Minott,
Aloha Tigers,
Eli Mardock,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mission of Burma,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
The Star Department,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
The Dave Clark Five,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
U.S. Maple,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mo-Dettes,
MDC,
Michelle Simonal,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
A Certain Ratio,
Wings,
Urselle,
Con Funk Shun,
K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass, K-Klass.
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.