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 Macedonia and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Pantytec to the disco 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Crooked Eye,
Gong,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
FM Einheit,
Masters at Work,
Blossom Toes,
The Divine Comedy,
Ten City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faust,
Grandmaster Flash,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Japan,
Flipper,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Knickerbockers,
Peter and Kerry,
Nirvana,
The Mummies,
Parry Music,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Jawbox,
Sight & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Mark Hollis,
DJ Sneak,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Wings,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Deakin,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
The Dave Clark Five,
Swell Maps,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Kinks,
Pylon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eurythmics,
Erasure,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.