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 Lebanon and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Vladislav Delay,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scratch Acid,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Pylon,
Sällskapet,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
David McCallum,
Laurel Aitken,
Delta 5,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
PIL,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
Adolescents,
Sarah Menescal,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Ohio Players,
Bad Manners,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
Amazonics,
Quantec,
The Red Krayola,
Wolf Eyes,
X-101,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sam Rivers,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
New Order,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
Magma,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Grey Daturas,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.