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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 Manchester and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare 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 Bizarre Inc. to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Sonic Youth,
Yusef Lateef,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
The Cramps,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Suburban Knight,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric B and Rakim,
Anakelly,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
The Selecter,
The Velvet Underground,
Deepchord,
Warsaw,
Kayak,
Mad Mike,
X-101,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cowsills,
These Immortal Souls,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Maleditus Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Near,
DJ Style,
Fugazi,
Blancmange,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
Henry Cow,
Skriet,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.