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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 guitar 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 Joe Finger to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Rosa Yemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Soul II Soul,
E-Dancer,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Sarah Menescal,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rapeman,
Nils Olav,
AZ,
Dave Gahan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Stooges,
Livin' Joy,
DNA,
Davy DMX,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Roxette,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Inner City,
Quantec,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
U.S. Maple,
Agent Orange,
The Detroit Cobras,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Piero Umiliani,
PIL,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tubeway Army,
New York Dolls,
Grey Daturas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.