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 Gambia and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Evens. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Eric Dolphy,
The Music Machine,
Clear Light,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Circle Jerks,
Lower 48,
Fugazi,
Bootsy Collins,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
Thompson Twins,
Sällskapet,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Vainqueur,
Average White Band,
The Walker Brothers,
FM Einheit,
Ralphi Rosario,
Japan,
the Germs,
Barrington Levy,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Teasers,
Skarface,
Television,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Black Dice,
Nation of Ulysses,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Smiths,
Oneida,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Swans,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Leonard Cohen,
Basic Channel,
June of 44,
Joy Division,
Donald Byrd,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.