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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Happenings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
ABC,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
ABBA,
Gang Green,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
The Beau Brummels,
Minor Threat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Leonard Cohen,
Joey Negro,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Ken Boothe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Shadows of Knight,
AZ,
The Evens,
Country Teasers,
Malaria!,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Cymande,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pantytec,
Index,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Sonic Youth,
Lyres,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Almond,
the Human League,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Section 25,
The Doors,
June Days,
Ponytail,
Gichy Dan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxette,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.