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 Jordan and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manila.
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 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 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marvin Gaye,
Sexual Harrassment,
Archie Shepp,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Groovy Waters,
Ossler,
Zero Boys,
Rekid,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Sheep,
Isaac Hayes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kevin Saunderson,
Masters at Work,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Vainqueur,
Simply Red,
Sun City Girls,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flash Fearless,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Make Up,
Y Pants,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Popol Vuh,
Alphaville,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
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.