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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fad Gadget,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Parry Music,
Tom Boy,
F. McDonald,
Kenny Larkin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Intrusion,
The Vogues,
The Golliwogs,
Lightning Bolt,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Icehouse,
Procol Harum,
David McCallum,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sandy B,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Heaven 17,
Guru Guru,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
The United States of America,
The Count Five,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Rotary Connection,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barry Ungar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pantaleimon,
The Standells,
Pulsallama,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Franke,
Oblivians,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Andrew Hill,
Desert Stars,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Kevin Saunderson,
James White and The Blacks,
Mantronix,
Wally Richardson,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.