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 Sierra Leone and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marshall Jefferson to the jazz 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Busters,
LL Cool J,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun City Girls,
Boredoms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Erykah Badu,
Prince Buster,
The American Breed,
The Happenings,
Angry Samoans,
Crash Course in Science,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
John Cale,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
The Gun Club,
the Human League,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Soul Sonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fortunes,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blossom Toes,
Mantronix,
The Angels of Light,
Lungfish,
Deepchord,
Graham Central Station,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
JFA,
Crime,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.