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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Bananas,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fall,
X-Ray Spex,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Yaz,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Matthew Bourne,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aural Exciters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Can,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Throbbing Gristle,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
The Techniques,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
World's Most,
Depeche Mode,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Residents,
Ituana,
The Kinks,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
Juan Atkins,
The Litter,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
Sam Rivers,
Harry Pussy,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
The Grass Roots,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
Surgeon,
Main Source,
John Holt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Subhumans,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.