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 London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Silicon Teens to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
EPMD,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Heaven 17,
Agitation Free,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Halsall,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gabor Szabo,
Hashim,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultravox,
The Move,
The Star Department,
Trumans Water,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scrapy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
T.S.O.L.,
The Black Dice,
Marine Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Scion,
World's Most,
Connie Case,
Reuben Wilson,
Sugar Minott,
Nirvana,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
Bobby Byrd,
The Searchers,
Deepchord,
Altered Images,
the Sonics,
Intrusion,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.