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 Togo and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Harpers Bizarre,
Inner City,
Trumans Water,
Talk Talk,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Wake,
Nik Kershaw,
Blancmange,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
U.S. Maple,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stiv Bators,
Ultra Naté,
Flipper,
Los Fastidios,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dennis Brown,
Thompson Twins,
Television Personalities,
AZ,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Seeds,
Sparks,
Drexciya,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Marc Almond,
The Tremeloes,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
B.T. Express,
Lalann,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Neu!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
Simply Red,
Lindisfarne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
The Human League,
Grey Daturas,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
The Gories,
Rekid,
Glambeats Corp.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.