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 Andorra and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Janne Schatter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Gories,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Monks,
The Real Kids,
Can,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
Minor Threat,
Accadde A,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Warsaw,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Reuben Wilson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Eurythmics,
The Techniques,
Cal Tjader,
L. Decosne,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
World's Most,
Piero Umiliani,
Lungfish,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul II Soul,
Oneida,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Popol Vuh,
MDC,
Boredoms,
Kerri Chandler,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Oblivians,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Bobby Sherman,
Franke,
Outsiders,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex, X-Ray Spex.
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.