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 India and from Cairo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mandrill,
T.S.O.L.,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Modern Lovers,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Country Teasers,
Colin Newman,
Public Enemy,
The Human League,
Jerry's Kids,
Erasure,
E-Dancer,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Smoke,
Deakin,
The Offenders,
Dennis Brown,
Little Man,
This Heat,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Average White Band,
Index,
David Bowie,
John Coltrane,
Camouflage,
Wire,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Leonard Cohen,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bill Near,
The Victims,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q65,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
One Last Wish,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joy Division,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.