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 Niger and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime 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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Sisters of Mercy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Neon Judgement,
Pere Ubu,
Make Up,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Shoche,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Roxette,
Hasil Adkins,
Freddie Wadling,
Tom Boy,
Moby Grape,
Boogie Down Productions,
Inner City,
H. Thieme,
Grey Daturas,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wolf Eyes,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Gladiators,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Davy DMX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Tears for Fears,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.