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 Latvia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 sitar 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yaz,
Stereo Dub,
Blancmange,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Underground Resistance,
Drexciya,
Gichy Dan,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Zeros,
Soul Sonic Force,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bronski Beat,
Ituana,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
The Martian,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Raincoats,
Easy Going,
Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
DNA,
Nas,
Little Man,
Dave Gahan,
The Wake,
Bill Near,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Techniques,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Kaleidoscope,
The Gories,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.