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 Nigeria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
The Mummies,
Inner City,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
Niagra,
Spoonie Gee,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mantronix,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Lungfish,
D'Angelo,
Main Source,
Heaven 17,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joe Finger,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Moebius,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Bang On A Can,
Todd Rundgren,
MC5,
Erykah Badu,
Arab on Radar,
Thee Headcoats,
Prince Buster,
The Busters,
X-101,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Anakelly,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Association,
The Pretty Things,
Quando Quango,
Gabor Szabo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxy Music,
The Pop Group,
Pylon,
Boz Scaggs,
Livin' Joy,
The Smiths,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.