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 Senegal and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chrome to the crunk 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 The Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Görl,
Bootsy Collins,
Traffic Nightmare,
Adolescents,
Subhumans,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Pretty Things,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rotary Connection,
New York Dolls,
The Blackbyrds,
Magazine,
Wire,
Jacques Brel,
Davy DMX,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fortunes,
Thompson Twins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tubeway Army,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pagans,
The Move,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
cv313,
Panda Bear,
Niagra,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Warren Ellis,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Kurtis Blow,
Con Funk Shun,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magma,
Cheater Slicks,
Joe Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
A Certain Ratio,
Aloha Tigers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bad Manners,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
The Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
The Associates,
Neil Young,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.