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 Belarus and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
China Crisis,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Moody Blues,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joe Finger,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Howard Jones,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
Bluetip,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Outsiders,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
The Happenings,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Henry Cow,
EPMD,
Blancmange,
The Dirtbombs,
Masters at Work,
Sugar Minott,
Spandau Ballet,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Magma,
Carl Craig,
Archie Shepp,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.