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 Portugal and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aloha Tigers,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cecil Taylor,
Boredoms,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Newcleus,
Ossler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Todd Rundgren,
48th St. Collective,
Marvin Gaye,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gang of Four,
Lebanon Hanover,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
This Heat,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Slick Rick,
Von Mondo,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Swell Maps,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Amon Düül II,
Bad Manners,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fear,
Amon Düül,
the Slits,
Aural Exciters,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
Marmalade,
Deakin,
Gabor Szabo,
Isaac Hayes,
Funky Four + One,
Shoche,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.