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 Liberia and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Buzzcocks to the techno 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kas Product,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
Procol Harum,
Bobby Byrd,
In Retrospect,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Fraelich,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blancmange,
Marshall Jefferson,
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Hasil Adkins,
Archie Shepp,
Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
48th St. Collective,
The Evens,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang On A Can,
The Toasters,
Gang Starr,
Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Goldenarms,
Brand Nubian,
Curtis Mayfield,
Darondo,
The Busters,
Tres Demented,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tubeway Army,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Altered Images,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fat Boys,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.