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 Antigua and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
Bush Tetras,
Sällskapet,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Stetsasonic,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Rod Modell,
The Cure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
The Modern Lovers,
Gong,
June Days,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
La Düsseldorf,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Average White Band,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
John Holt,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Swell Maps,
The Names,
Bronski Beat,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Newcleus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Ponytail,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Marmalade,
James White and The Blacks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marvin Gaye,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.