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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Techniques to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Q and Not U,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Kinks,
Jandek,
The Blues Magoos,
Monks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
Hashim,
Metal Thangz,
Bush Tetras,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Brothers Johnson,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Litter,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
Rekid,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Adolescents,
Harmonia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Underground Resistance,
Roxy Music,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Television Personalities,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pierre Henry,
Albert Ayler,
The Five Americans,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.