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 Morocco and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Cramps to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fugs,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
The Vogues,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Talk Talk,
Lightning Bolt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Godley & Creme,
Pierre Henry,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
A Certain Ratio,
Marshall Jefferson,
Josef K,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Bush Tetras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Swans,
Trumans Water,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Blake Baxter,
Arthur Verocai,
The Sonics,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Ituana,
Johnny Osbourne,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Clear Light,
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Organ,
Crispy Ambulance,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
John Holt,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.