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 Lithuania and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mad Mike,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barbara Tucker,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jandek,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
The Gun Club,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
The Move,
Peter & Gordon,
Matthew Bourne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fuzztones,
Thompson Twins,
The Five Americans,
Los Fastidios,
The Dead C,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Patti Smith,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Adolescents,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
T. Rex,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Dead Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
The Smiths,
EPMD,
Crash Course in Science,
Soft Cell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
Nas,
D'Angelo,
Stockholm Monsters,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Skaos,
Index,
Qualms,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.