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 Sri Lanka and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 PIL. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
MC5,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
K-Klass,
Subhumans,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Technova,
Juan Atkins,
Brick,
Darondo,
the Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Clear Light,
Judy Mowatt,
Deakin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
Marine Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Wells,
Make Up,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
The Human League,
The Residents,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Joe Smooth,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Sällskapet,
Al Stewart,
cv313,
Gang of Four,
The Names,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Monolake,
Curtis Mayfield,
Howard Jones,
Yusef Lateef,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.