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 Denmark and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 DNA 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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
Masters at Work,
The Litter,
Dennis Brown,
Guru Guru,
Qualms,
DNA,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
the Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Sheep,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Model 500,
Deepchord,
Ken Boothe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sight & Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Harry Pussy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Red Krayola,
the Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Mission of Burma,
Wire,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Aloha Tigers,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Holt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fire Engines,
Franke,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.