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 Serbia and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Stockholm Monsters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
the Association,
The Smoke,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
Grey Daturas,
Junior Murvin,
X-101,
Quadrant,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lyres,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ludus,
Wings,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siglo XX,
David McCallum,
Goldenarms,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Saccharine Trust,
Agitation Free,
A Certain Ratio,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mantronix,
Fad Gadget,
Rosa Yemen,
Barbara Tucker,
Excepter,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Depeche Mode,
Matthew Halsall,
Amon Düül II,
Niagra,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dirtbombs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
The Velvet Underground,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Crash Course in Science,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Tropical Tobacco,
Anthony Braxton,
David Bowie,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.