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 Hong Kong.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim 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 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Fraelich record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
Underground Resistance,
Joe Finger,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Yazoo,
Ronan,
The Fuzztones,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Youth Brigade,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Wyatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Tommy Roe,
Kerri Chandler,
Connie Case,
Robert Görl,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Anakelly,
DNA,
Sam Rivers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Davy DMX,
Erykah Badu,
Eddi Front,
The Divine Comedy,
Subhumans,
The Pop Group,
Ice-T,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eric Copeland,
U.S. Maple,
The Durutti Column,
Bizarre Inc.,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Technova,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.