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 Botswana and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Tim Buckley to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Zapp,
Wally Richardson,
Deadbeat,
Lalann,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Cymande,
Oneida,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gories,
Morten Harket,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
Index,
Magma,
Marmalade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Raincoats,
The Gap Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fugazi,
Swell Maps,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
In Retrospect,
The Move,
Eve St. Jones,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barrington Levy,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
R.M.O.,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.