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 Nauru and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Peter & Gordon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Toni Rubio,
Siglo XX,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Grauzone,
Circle Jerks,
Zero Boys,
The Cramps,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pagans,
Alton Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
The United States of America,
Buzzcocks,
The Busters,
James White and The Blacks,
The Young Rascals,
Masters at Work,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cecil Taylor,
Junior Murvin,
The Move,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
the Slits,
Don Cherry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Gil Scott Heron,
Symarip,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Mission of Burma,
Gong,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
The Beau Brummels,
Kayak,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.