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 the UAE 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks 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?
The Motions,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Television,
Bootsy Collins,
Howard Jones,
The Invisible,
Lalann,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Walker Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Rod Modell,
The Seeds,
Juan Atkins,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Oblivians,
Freddie Wadling,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
The Happenings,
Al Stewart,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
Severed Heads,
The Fuzztones,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
The Smoke,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
Sun Ra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Zero Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Stetsasonic,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
John Lydon,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.