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 South Africa and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Angry Samoans,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Minny Pops,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Kool Moe Dee,
Joe Smooth,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Aswad,
The Star Department,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marshall Jefferson,
Black Flag,
Ossler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nils Olav,
DJ Sneak,
MC5,
Subhumans,
Crispian St. Peters,
One Last Wish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Quantec,
John Lydon,
John Holt,
June of 44,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Martian,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
The Black Dice,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.