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 Germany and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the dance 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Vladislav Delay,
Hoover,
The J.B.'s,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Ultra Naté,
Stockholm Monsters,
Animal Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Buzzcocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
Das Ding,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Brick,
Erykah Badu,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Minny Pops,
Q and Not U,
Maleditus Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Bill Near,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
The Raincoats,
Ituana,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sonics,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.