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 Finland and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unwound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Roy Ayers,
Groovy Waters,
China Crisis,
the Sonics,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mummies,
Vainqueur,
Mo-Dettes,
Godley & Creme,
Robert Görl,
Trumans Water,
Organ,
Grey Daturas,
Hot Snakes,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Sugar Minott,
Fugazi,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Japan,
Hoover,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Busters,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Searchers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Al Stewart,
The Invisible,
Visage,
The Names,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Black Pus,
The Durutti Column,
Pylon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
The Real Kids,
Quantec,
Cymande,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.