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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Altered Images to the electroclash 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
KRS-One,
Quando Quango,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Germs,
The Invisible,
Silicon Teens,
Thee Headcoats,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Cale,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun City Girls,
Cameo,
Mars,
the Human League,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dual Sessions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Banda Bassotti,
Jacques Brel,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blackbyrds,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
The Motions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Aaron Thompson,
Infiniti,
Neil Young,
Roy Ayers,
Lalann,
Unwound,
the Slits,
Talk Talk,
Connie Case,
Intrusion,
Boredoms,
Radiohead,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.