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 East Timor and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Crocodile.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marine Girls,
Davy DMX,
The Techniques,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Aswad,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
Echospace,
The Standells,
Mantronix,
Mandrill,
The Fortunes,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Moon,
Amon Düül,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Donald Byrd,
Judy Mowatt,
The Pretty Things,
The Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
Kaleidoscope,
Blancmange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Raincoats,
Jacob Miller,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
The Grass Roots,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Fad Gadget,
The Zeros,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Talk Talk,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.