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 Tajikistan and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roxette to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Pierre Henry,
Idris Muhammad,
Underground Resistance,
Basic Channel,
Little Man,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
The Angels of Light,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Martian,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Mission of Burma,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sonic Youth,
Brick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Simply Red,
Nils Olav,
Lucky Dragons,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swell Maps,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Babytalk,
The Five Americans,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dawn Penn,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.