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 Maldives and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 The Doors to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sister Nancy,
Barbara Tucker,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
Dead Boys,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
UT,
Adolescents,
MDC,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fall,
the Bar-Kays,
Dawn Penn,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
Roxy Music,
Echospace,
Colin Newman,
Yellowson,
Desert Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
PIL,
the Slits,
Japan,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Womack,
In Retrospect,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
a-ha,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Eli Mardock,
Soul II Soul,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Skaos,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.