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 India and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 The Zeros to the rap 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Black Flag,
Joensuu 1685,
The Blues Magoos,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sparks,
Black Sheep,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Rod Modell,
Wally Richardson,
The Doors,
Scan 7,
The Litter,
X-101,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blancmange,
Hoover,
Sex Pistols,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Goldenarms,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mission of Burma,
The Cowsills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
Surgeon,
Pagans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
JFA,
The Raincoats,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Wings,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sound Behaviour,
Con Funk Shun,
Idris Muhammad,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.