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 Cyprus and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Lalann tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
The Barracudas,
UT,
Television Personalities,
Camberwell Now,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Fugs,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
David McCallum,
Swans,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
The Remains,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Aural Exciters,
The Techniques,
Absolute Body Control,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
The Grass Roots,
T. Rex,
Deakin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Skriet,
The Human League,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
Mantronix,
David Axelrod,
Unwound,
Au Pairs,
Eddi Front,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
The Pop Group,
Slick Rick,
Intrusion,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Bobby Sherman,
Fad Gadget,
Marshall Jefferson,
Von Mondo,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aswad,
Jeff Lynne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.