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 New Zealand and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the rock 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
John Cale,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Camouflage,
The Index,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quadrant,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rakim,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
Peter & Gordon,
Make Up,
Joe Finger,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Yazoo,
Unrelated Segments,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Wells,
Hashim,
Derrick May,
Drexciya,
Ornette Coleman,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
Whodini,
Outsiders,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hasil Adkins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soul II Soul,
Judy Mowatt,
The Associates,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.