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 Ireland and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Brothers Johnson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ultravox,
MDC,
The Walker Brothers,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
The Black Dice,
Letta Mbulu,
Suicide,
UT,
Magma,
Eurythmics,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
The Pop Group,
L. Decosne,
Interpol,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
Iggy Pop,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Kinks,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Audionom,
Popol Vuh,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
The Buckinghams,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
The Velvet Underground,
Morten Harket,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
Soft Cell,
Siglo XX,
Ponytail,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Y Pants,
Rites of Spring,
Crooked Eye,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
Nils Olav,
Tubeway Army,
Charles Mingus,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Womack,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.