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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kurtis Blow to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Grey Daturas,
Eurythmics,
Swell Maps,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tears for Fears,
Funky Four + One,
Toni Rubio,
The Wake,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Gong,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
Robert Hood,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Rundgren,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Leonard Cohen,
Jandek,
Organ,
Harry Pussy,
Lightning Bolt,
Radiohead,
Darondo,
Soulsonic Force,
Joy Division,
ABBA,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
The Offenders,
Simply Red,
Sällskapet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cymande,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Khruangbin,
Malaria!,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
DNA,
The Pretty Things,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.