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 Cambodia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Inner City to the disco 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
The United States of America,
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Fraelich,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
Excepter,
Roxette,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
The Gap Band,
Newcleus,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Subhumans,
the Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Zero Boys,
Slick Rick,
The Neon Judgement,
Neu!,
Kaleidoscope,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Blues Magoos,
Silicon Teens,
Boredoms,
The Young Rascals,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
Porter Ricks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Near,
Outsiders,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.