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 Latvia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Malaria! to the grunge 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Duran Duran,
Crime,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantytec,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
Second Layer,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aaron Thompson,
L. Decosne,
Saccharine Trust,
Morten Harket,
Joey Negro,
The Fall,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kayak,
Gang Green,
Yazoo,
K-Klass,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Black Moon,
John Lydon,
Brothers Johnson,
Dual Sessions,
Reagan Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Main Source,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Monks,
The Remains,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.