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 Switzerland and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
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 güiro 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 Siglo XX to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Motions. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Youth Brigade,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Residents,
Rakim,
The Wake,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Stiv Bators,
Subhumans,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Unrelated Segments,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grey Daturas,
Mantronix,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Make Up,
Cal Tjader,
China Crisis,
Yazoo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Maurizio,
Susan Cadogan,
Deadbeat,
the Sonics,
Sonic Youth,
Rod Modell,
Banda Bassotti,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pop Group,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.