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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1983 at the first Bronski Beat practice in a loft in Brixton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Saccharine Trust to the techno 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
the Human League,
The Mummies,
the Normal,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Starr,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Sherman,
The New Christs,
A Certain Ratio,
Outsiders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
The Cramps,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Bang On A Can,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marine Girls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lou Reed,
Essential Logic,
Index,
The Evens,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Andrew Hill,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Patti Smith,
Flipper,
Faust,
The Victims,
Whodini,
Skaos,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
The Gladiators,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.