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 Panama and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ossler to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Spoonie Gee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Young Rascals,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Peter & Gordon,
The Moody Blues,
Parry Music,
Liliput,
Chris & Cosey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
The Fugs,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shuggie Otis,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cramps,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Los Fastidios,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
The Star Department,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
The Mojo Men,
Blossom Toes,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q and Not U,
Robert Wyatt,
Zapp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rod Modell,
Bush Tetras,
Second Layer,
John Foxx,
The Residents,
Aloha Tigers,
Donny Hathaway,
Accadde A,
The Offenders,
Lucky Dragons,
Skarface,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pussy Galore,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.