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 Burundi and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
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 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 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 Suburban Knight to the grime 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amazonics,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deadbeat,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Intrusion,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Moby Grape,
Idris Muhammad,
Piero Umiliani,
UT,
The Shadows of Knight,
MDC,
Sexual Harrassment,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
Mission of Burma,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Blossom Toes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Beau Brummels,
Dual Sessions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
Joe Smooth,
Ultra Naté,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The Skatalites,
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Heaven 17,
Vainqueur,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Bill Near,
The Monochrome Set,
The Music Machine,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
the Slits,
DJ Style,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.