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 Jamaica and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Marcia Griffiths to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Magazine,
Pylon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eurythmics,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Halsall,
Stereo Dub,
Icehouse,
Motorama,
Dual Sessions,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
Smog,
Derrick May,
Fat Boys,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
Unwound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Silicon Teens,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Eddi Front,
DJ Sneak,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Skriet,
The Remains,
Heaven 17,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warren Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Durutti Column,
The Young Rascals,
MC5,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Nico,
Maleditus Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
One Last Wish,
The Mummies,
Soulsonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.