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 Sudan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Donald Fagen 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Mandrill,
Gang Starr,
DJ Style,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Janne Schatter,
a-ha,
Ponytail,
Mars,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tomorrow,
Tommy Roe,
Gichy Dan,
Urselle,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
The Happenings,
Rakim,
Hasil Adkins,
Spoonie Gee,
Unwound,
Soulsonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Seeds,
Alphaville,
Joe Smooth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dawn Penn,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Nas,
Drexciya,
Amazonics,
Carl Craig,
The Monks,
New Age Steppers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Lyres,
The Fortunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ronan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Moon,
Black Flag,
Pere Ubu,
A Certain Ratio,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.