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 Seychelles 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
Traffic Nightmare,
Alphaville,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Buckinghams,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Music Machine,
Kerri Chandler,
The Sonics,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unrelated Segments,
David McCallum,
Warren Ellis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Country Teasers,
Moss Icon,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Hashim,
Loose Ends,
Darondo,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Theoretical Girls,
The Busters,
Quantec,
Marvin Gaye,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Pierre Henry,
The Fuzztones,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Slave,
Nas,
DJ Sneak,
a-ha,
Agent Orange,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.