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 Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rap 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
Tim Buckley,
Second Layer,
Scientists,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Absolute Body Control,
Pagans,
Ituana,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Techniques,
Jacob Miller,
The Modern Lovers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Severed Heads,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Black Pus,
Moss Icon,
Negative Approach,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Mandrill,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun City Girls,
Mission of Burma,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Clear Light,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Unwound,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Circle Jerks,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Television,
Lou Christie,
Los Fastidios,
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.