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 Seychelles and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pylon to the grime 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Kerri Chandler,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rekid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
X-Ray Spex,
Soft Machine,
The Trojans,
Yaz,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Pus,
Joe Finger,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Wally Richardson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Girls At Our Best!,
Morten Harket,
Sugar Minott,
Fela Kuti,
World's Most,
Gong,
The Buckinghams,
Davy DMX,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Babytalk,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Howard Jones,
Bill Near,
the Fania All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Human League,
Stereo Dub,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Agent Orange,
Man Eating Sloth,
Faust,
Mars,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Residents,
Scrapy,
Anakelly,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.