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 Cyprus and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the grunge 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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Alice Coltrane,
Junior Murvin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Slave,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
The Knickerbockers,
Vladislav Delay,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Howard Jones,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Bush Tetras,
X-Ray Spex,
L. Decosne,
Tim Buckley,
Tommy Roe,
Erasure,
Deadbeat,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boz Scaggs,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
the Human League,
Main Source,
Nas,
Crime,
John Lydon,
LL Cool J,
Fluxion,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Jimmy McGriff,
Youth Brigade,
Camouflage,
The Techniques,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.