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 Eritrea and from Toronto.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Patti Smith,
Brass Construction,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
48th St. Collective,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yellowson,
The United States of America,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
The Happenings,
The Searchers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Depeche Mode,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Monks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Public Enemy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lakeside,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bobby Womack,
Juan Atkins,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.