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 Solomon Islands and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 oboe 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
ABC,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
China Crisis,
Funkadelic,
Inner City,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Music Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
Stockholm Monsters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neu!,
The J.B.'s,
Rotary Connection,
Marine Girls,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sarah Menescal,
E-Dancer,
Oblivians,
Blake Baxter,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick May,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Dual Sessions,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Guru Guru,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
the Germs,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
the Normal,
Brass Construction,
Alphaville,
Boz Scaggs,
Donny Hathaway,
Young Marble Giants,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.