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 Liberia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 kango's stein massive 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Matthew Bourne,
Tim Buckley,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Parry Music,
Nas,
Index,
Japan,
Das Ding,
A Certain Ratio,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eve St. Jones,
Stiv Bators,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Brand Nubian,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Monolake,
Radiopuhelimet,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Marvin Gaye,
The Seeds,
Thee Headcoats,
Todd Terry,
Bronski Beat,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
David Bowie,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
Nico,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Alphaville,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Hardrive,
AZ,
The Monochrome Set,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Slits,
Amazonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Eric Copeland,
Boredoms,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.