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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Gap Band,
Half Japanese,
Excepter,
Radio Birdman,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
The Leaves,
The Angels of Light,
Ronnie Foster,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
Robert Görl,
Arab on Radar,
The Toasters,
Crime,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Second Layer,
Marvin Gaye,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
Shoche,
Fear,
Mantronix,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Black Bananas,
The Evens,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Susan Cadogan,
Television Personalities,
Janne Schatter,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Human League,
Malaria!,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Mary Jane Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Reagan Youth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roxette,
Con Funk Shun,
The Star Department,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.