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 China and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 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 the Association to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
Avey Tare,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
DNA,
Infiniti,
Von Mondo,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arthur Verocai,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mantronix,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Hot Snakes,
The Walker Brothers,
Supertramp,
Chris & Cosey,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Slick Rick,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Theoretical Girls,
Q65,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mr. Review,
Marvin Gaye,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Reuben Wilson,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Wally Richardson,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
The Barracudas,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Sex Pistols,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.