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 Denmark and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Christs to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Rosa Yemen,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Nik Kershaw,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Detroit Cobras,
Reagan Youth,
Wings,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
OOIOO,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Cramps,
The Raincoats,
Bob Dylan,
Scrapy,
Visage,
Alison Limerick,
Avey Tare,
Donny Hathaway,
Lindisfarne,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Loose Ends,
The Modern Lovers,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slits,
Cecil Taylor,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Saints,
The Index,
ABC,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
Dual Sessions,
June Days,
Letta Mbulu,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.