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 Montenegro and from Toronto.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Fortunes to the grunge 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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Grey Daturas,
The Music Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Harry Pussy,
Rod Modell,
Arthur Verocai,
Lyres,
Bronski Beat,
Sandy B,
U.S. Maple,
The Fuzztones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Cowsills,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Surgeon,
Mo-Dettes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Liliput,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Fear,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Moleskins,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kas Product,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Henry Cow,
Hashim,
Johnny Clarke,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Porter Ricks,
Yusef Lateef,
Television Personalities,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.