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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
The Fire Engines,
T. Rex,
Thompson Twins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
Blake Baxter,
Das Ding,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Dawn Penn,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Throbbing Gristle,
Niagra,
Minor Threat,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
The Names,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Germs,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Rufus Thomas,
CMW,
the Swans,
Slick Rick,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Görl,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Joey Negro,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
Pere Ubu,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
Roxy Music,
Icehouse,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Teasers,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.