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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Copeland,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Charles Mingus,
Patti Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Godley & Creme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marc Almond,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q65,
Donny Hathaway,
the Bar-Kays,
Jerry's Kids,
Harry Pussy,
Robert Hood,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Joyce Sims,
Blake Baxter,
Crooked Eye,
The Angels of Light,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Accadde A,
Slave,
The Fuzztones,
Marine Girls,
Deadbeat,
The Move,
Khruangbin,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings,
The Seeds,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultra Naté,
Royal Trux,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The J.B.'s,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
MDC,
Chrome,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.