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 Czech Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Kinks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Hot Snakes,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Hashim,
The Sonics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Con Funk Shun,
Soft Cell,
R.M.O.,
Black Flag,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deakin,
The Gories,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hardrive,
Dawn Penn,
Brass Construction,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alton Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Motorama,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
the Bar-Kays,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Arthur Verocai,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Inner City,
E-Dancer,
Minny Pops,
Sällskapet,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.