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 Norway and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Monochrome Set to the dance 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Flipper,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Joey Negro,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
New Age Steppers,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Matthew Bourne,
Cymande,
The Standells,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
The J.B.'s,
Rosa Yemen,
Gichy Dan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Babytalk,
Boz Scaggs,
Loose Ends,
Fela Kuti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Toni Rubio,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nation of Ulysses,
Henry Cow,
Peter & Gordon,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Absolute Body Control,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
A Certain Ratio,
Fluxion,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.