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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Slackers to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
China Crisis,
Massinfluence,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Maurizio,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacques Brel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ronnie Foster,
Faust,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minnie Riperton,
Minor Threat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Residents,
Easy Going,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Girls At Our Best!,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Roxette,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
Fear,
JFA,
Hardrive,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Stereo Dub,
The Cowsills,
Lakeside,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Green,
The Moleskins,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
the Bar-Kays,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo,
Scan 7,
The Associates,
The New Christs,
Television,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Swans,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
Johnny Clarke,
Althea and Donna,
Aaron Thompson,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.