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 Syria and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
World's Most,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Hoover,
The Human League,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Techniques,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Black Pus,
Deakin,
DNA,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
OOIOO,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Avey Tare,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rosa Yemen,
Thompson Twins,
Tomorrow,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
Minnie Riperton,
Grauzone,
Warsaw,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.