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 Armenia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Guru Guru,
Ossler,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Zapp,
David Bowie,
Blancmange,
Erykah Badu,
Henry Cow,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
DJ Style,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mars,
The Angels of Light,
Schoolly D,
Wally Richardson,
MDC,
Steve Hackett,
The Gun Club,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
The Last Poets,
The Doobie Brothers,
B.T. Express,
Parry Music,
Q65,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Half Japanese,
the Swans,
Soul II Soul,
The Remains,
The Blackbyrds,
The Slackers,
The Vogues,
Ohio Players,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minny Pops,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.