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 Jordan and from Mumbai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neu!,
Alphaville,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Buckinghams,
The New Christs,
Andrew Hill,
Dual Sessions,
Ten City,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stereo Dub,
MC5,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fortunes,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Blancmange,
Brass Construction,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Grass Roots,
The Selecter,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Average White Band,
Half Japanese,
U.S. Maple,
Siglo XX,
This Heat,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Althea and Donna,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soft Machine,
Smog,
Ken Boothe,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.