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 Mauritius and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the techno 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rotary Connection,
Black Pus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Holt,
Blossom Toes,
Electric Prunes,
Fatback Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Echospace,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joy Division,
Pulsallama,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Motions,
Kurtis Blow,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Robert Wyatt,
CMW,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Cal Tjader,
Jimmy McGriff,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
The Five Americans,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Human League,
The Sound,
Funkadelic,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.