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 Sweden and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Minny Pops to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Anakelly,
Lower 48,
Josef K,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
PIL,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marc Almond,
Urselle,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
Albert Ayler,
Pulsallama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Flash Fearless,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lightning Bolt,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Ludus,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
the Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Evens,
D'Angelo,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Guru Guru,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Techniques,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
10cc,
The Modern Lovers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.