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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Dead C to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Toni Rubio,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
The Monochrome Set,
The Slits,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Absolute Body Control,
Drive Like Jehu,
Warren Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Barracudas,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
AZ,
Amon Düül II,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
The Five Americans,
ABC,
Faraquet,
Television,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
New Age Steppers,
John Lydon,
Goldenarms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
cv313,
Sandy B,
The Evens,
Cybotron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Guru Guru,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
The Real Kids,
The Grass Roots,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
Rod Modell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.