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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang Gang Dance to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tres Demented,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Move,
June of 44,
June Days,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Seeds,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
B.T. Express,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eve St. Jones,
Roxette,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
The Moody Blues,
Donald Byrd,
The Index,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Rufus Thomas,
Dead Boys,
Rod Modell,
Amazonics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalann,
Unrelated Segments,
Public Enemy,
Drexciya,
The Tremeloes,
Fluxion,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Jawbox,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pylon,
Shoche,
Albert Ayler,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Franke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.