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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joensuu 1685,
Ludus,
The Electric Prunes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Absolute Body Control,
Bill Near,
Crooked Eye,
One Last Wish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chrome,
Don Cherry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Sherman,
Moebius,
Saccharine Trust,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Scion,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Danielle Patucci,
KRS-One,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
Vainqueur,
H. Thieme,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arcadia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Flag,
The Real Kids,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hot Snakes,
Supertramp,
Quadrant,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang Green,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cluster,
ABBA,
Unrelated Segments,
Suicide,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
New Age Steppers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.