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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Eurythmics to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Prince Buster,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Dawn Penn,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Royal Trux,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Buzzcocks,
The Leaves,
Max Romeo,
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
Gang Gang Dance,
Adolescents,
Henry Cow,
China Crisis,
Funky Four + One,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Sällskapet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Boz Scaggs,
Crash Course in Science,
Motorama,
Sun City Girls,
Rapeman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
48th St. Collective,
Angry Samoans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Todd Terry,
Slave,
Flipper,
Tres Demented,
Ludus,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
The Real Kids,
Dark Day,
Ultimate Spinach,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.