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 Honduras and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joe Finger to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Chris Corsano,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Lynne,
Clear Light,
The Black Dice,
Brothers Johnson,
Underground Resistance,
Negative Approach,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
The New Christs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Prince Buster,
Franke,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Cheater Slicks,
Alison Limerick,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nas,
The Offenders,
Royal Trux,
Cybotron,
Skriet,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Harmonia,
Soft Cell,
The Mummies,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ossler,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.