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 Eritrea and from Shanghai.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Neu! to the grime 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
David Bowie,
Pere Ubu,
Deakin,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Smog,
Make Up,
The Seeds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Dennis Brown,
Schoolly D,
Josef K,
Wally Richardson,
Rosa Yemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Cell,
Stiv Bators,
Outsiders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Henry Cow,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Litter,
Lungfish,
Ten City,
Gabor Szabo,
Hoover,
Joensuu 1685,
These Immortal Souls,
Sixth Finger,
Black Pus,
Don Cherry,
Essential Logic,
Guru Guru,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul II Soul,
Magma,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Wasted Youth,
DJ Style,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
The Fall,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Lalann,
Peter & Gordon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Misunderstood,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.