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 Australia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Matthew Bourne,
Cluster,
Sällskapet,
Stereo Dub,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
John Lydon,
The Residents,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
David Axelrod,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Franke,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Holt,
L. Decosne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
The Stooges,
One Last Wish,
Don Cherry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Saccharine Trust,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Jacob Miller,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
Average White Band,
The Index,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Excepter,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
The Names,
Mandrill,
Eric Dolphy,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.