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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Dave Gahan. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
X-102,
The Knickerbockers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Audionom,
Jeff Lynne,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Schoolly D,
Excepter,
Jacques Brel,
Idris Muhammad,
Tres Demented,
The Vogues,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Soul II Soul,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Bauhaus,
Ronnie Foster,
Second Layer,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fat Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Derrick May,
Supertramp,
Rakim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Lower 48,
Q65,
Interpol,
Vladislav Delay,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Gastr Del Sol,
Minnie Riperton,
The Velvet Underground,
The Walker Brothers,
Easy Going,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.