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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Robert Palmer 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 Heaven 17 to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Soulsonic Force,
R.M.O.,
The Golliwogs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Oblivians,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Pus,
Morten Harket,
Crash Course in Science,
Wolf Eyes,
CMW,
Absolute Body Control,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dual Sessions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Index,
Buzzcocks,
Jeff Mills,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Normal,
Banda Bassotti,
Judy Mowatt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Martian,
Sarah Menescal,
Alphaville,
Dave Gahan,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ronan,
T. Rex,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Babytalk,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Count Five,
Faust,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jacob Miller,
Reagan Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.