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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Ultimate Spinach to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Grey Daturas,
Juan Atkins,
Brothers Johnson,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Ronan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Matthew Halsall,
Tears for Fears,
New Age Steppers,
The Last Poets,
The Motions,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
The Techniques,
Sam Rivers,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ponytail,
Q and Not U,
Zero Boys,
New York Dolls,
Dual Sessions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Laurel Aitken,
Y Pants,
Depeche Mode,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Traffic Nightmare,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gories,
Parry Music,
Dave Gahan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
the Bar-Kays,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.