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 Ethiopia and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
Janne Schatter,
Brand Nubian,
The Cramps,
Mars,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
Josef K,
Ohio Players,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
Con Funk Shun,
Scan 7,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Patti Smith,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tres Demented,
Au Pairs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monolake,
Scrapy,
Ituana,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wire,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Happenings,
H. Thieme,
Average White Band,
Vainqueur,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Tubeway Army,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Rapeman,
John Holt,
Aaron Thompson,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Foxx,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Toni Rubio,
Masters at Work,
Rakim,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.