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 Congo and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the crunk 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neu!,
The Misunderstood,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Arcadia,
Saccharine Trust,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
David McCallum,
Marine Girls,
Suburban Knight,
Black Flag,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Buckinghams,
Morten Harket,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Fela Kuti,
The Fugs,
Model 500,
Prince Buster,
Electric Prunes,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Bobby Byrd,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Soft Cell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Public Enemy,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.