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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Pole,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Ultra Naté,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Skaos,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mission of Burma,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Invisible,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gong,
Hot Snakes,
Neu!,
Lindisfarne,
Delta 5,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Symarip,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Matthew Bourne,
Simply Red,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Leonard Cohen,
Pere Ubu,
Pulsallama,
In Retrospect,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc., Bizarre Inc..
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.