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 Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 The American Breed to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Sällskapet,
Fad Gadget,
UT,
Boredoms,
Ralphi Rosario,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers,
PIL,
Lower 48,
Fat Boys,
The Monks,
MDC,
Cybotron,
Pole,
The Evens,
Smog,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash,
Amon Düül,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Marmalade,
Dead Boys,
OOIOO,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Hoover,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scrapy,
The Black Dice,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Siglo XX,
June of 44,
Yazoo,
World's Most,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terry Callier,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
Los Fastidios,
June Days,
Delta 5,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.