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 Mozambique and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Traffic Nightmare to the dance 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Dawn Penn,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Maurizio,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
X-101,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
The Toasters,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
Grandmaster Flash,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalann,
Alice Coltrane,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James White and The Blacks,
Pole,
Banda Bassotti,
Franke,
Faraquet,
Parry Music,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
Chrome,
Dark Day,
Mars,
Black Moon,
Swell Maps,
Sarah Menescal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Icehouse,
Robert Wyatt,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bob Dylan,
Scott Walker,
The Count Five,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.