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 Marshall Islands and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 Brass Construction to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Fela Kuti,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Blossom Toes,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
The Dirtbombs,
The Count Five,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Neil Young,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Womack,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Ludus,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Techniques,
The Wake,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Pole,
Motorama,
Flipper,
the Swans,
Malaria!,
H. Thieme,
F. McDonald,
Ohio Players,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Lindisfarne,
The Electric Prunes,
Shoche,
The Saints,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harry Pussy,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Brothers Johnson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skaos,
The Real Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Magma,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.