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 Nauru and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Vainqueur to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
Eve St. Jones,
Rod Modell,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Maleditus Sound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Arcadia,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
David McCallum,
Gang Starr,
Heaven 17,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Pierre Henry,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
Cameo,
Q and Not U,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moleskins,
Letta Mbulu,
Lou Christie,
Subhumans,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Blackbyrds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unwound,
Deakin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Los Fastidios,
New Order,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Masters at Work,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.