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 Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Theoretical Girls. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The New Christs,
Rosa Yemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Hardrive,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
the Normal,
Crime,
Fat Boys,
Zapp,
Aural Exciters,
Smog,
Youth Brigade,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doors,
These Immortal Souls,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Gichy Dan,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Letta Mbulu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Toasters,
The Tremeloes,
Robert Görl,
X-101,
Deakin,
Hot Snakes,
Gabor Szabo,
Dawn Penn,
The Human League,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Prince Buster,
Cheater Slicks,
Section 25,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pet Shop Boys,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
The Cramps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott Heron,
B.T. Express,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tres Demented,
Absolute Body Control,
Skriet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yellowson,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.