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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ludus to the rap 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
The Barracudas,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Rod Modell,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
The Dead C,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Grass Roots,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Prince Buster,
Bush Tetras,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bobby Byrd,
The Slackers,
The Victims,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Funky Four + One,
Stiv Bators,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sparks,
Television,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.