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 Ethiopia and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tubeway Army,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
The Star Department,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Spandau Ballet,
LL Cool J,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ice-T,
Bad Manners,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Accadde A,
X-101,
Tres Demented,
Lou Reed,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Supertramp,
Kenny Larkin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dirtbombs,
Soft Cell,
Swans,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Neon Judgement,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Pere Ubu,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barrington Levy,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiohead,
The Stooges,
Hardrive,
AZ,
Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling, Freddie Wadling.
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.