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 Malta and from Bremen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Moss Icon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Duran Duran,
The Offenders,
Index,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Freddie Wadling,
Matthew Bourne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
JFA,
Fat Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scion,
The Mojo Men,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mantronix,
Kerrie Biddell,
James White and The Blacks,
John Holt,
Urselle,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Con Funk Shun,
MC5,
Blake Baxter,
Sister Nancy,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Excepter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Pantaleimon,
Shuggie Otis,
Howard Jones,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hardrive,
Sound Behaviour,
Pussy Galore,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.