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 Venezuela and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord 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 Aswad to the grime 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Amazonics,
The United States of America,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Can,
Metal Thangz,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Underground Resistance,
The Real Kids,
The Monks,
Danielle Patucci,
Hashim,
Pylon,
Fear,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Barbara Tucker,
Lucky Dragons,
The Remains,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cybotron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Mantronix,
Niagra,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jacob Miller,
Johnny Osbourne,
Parry Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Cameo,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Slits,
E-Dancer,
John Lydon,
Clear Light,
Matthew Halsall,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Human League,
Eden Ahbez,
Saccharine Trust,
Dark Day,
Qualms,
Lindisfarne,
Au Pairs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drexciya,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.