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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Simply Red 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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rufus Thomas,
Don Cherry,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Newcleus,
The Human League,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cluster,
The Doors,
Nico,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
The Motions,
The New Christs,
The Raincoats,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Joey Negro,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Pussy Galore,
Ultravox,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxy Music,
Organ,
H. Thieme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sight & Sound,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James White and The Blacks,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Altered Images,
The Last Poets,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dark Day,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Guru Guru,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.