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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the rock 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
Dennis Brown,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
D'Angelo,
Vladislav Delay,
Masters at Work,
The Blues Magoos,
Eden Ahbez,
Pagans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Radiohead,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Halsall,
ABC,
Grey Daturas,
Technova,
The Red Krayola,
John Lydon,
Magazine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
Ossler,
U.S. Maple,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
cv313,
the Human League,
Jacob Miller,
Half Japanese,
Gang of Four,
The Move,
Main Source,
Joey Negro,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brand Nubian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
Animal Collective,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
The Remains,
Wire,
Anthony Braxton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
The Slits,
The Martian,
Spoonie Gee,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.