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 Tunisia and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Faraquet 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nils Olav,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Jerry's Kids,
Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
DJ Style,
Pole,
Wasted Youth,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker,
The Grass Roots,
The Golliwogs,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monks,
Scratch Acid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
Man Parrish,
Aloha Tigers,
Mars,
The Busters,
Susan Cadogan,
The Happenings,
Heaven 17,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Porter Ricks,
Pagans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Sparks,
Roxette,
Marmalade,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Moby Grape,
Spoonie Gee,
Nirvana,
Negative Approach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
June Days,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lungfish,
Derrick Morgan,
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.