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 Chile and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Flipper,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Au Pairs,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Throbbing Gristle,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aswad,
Godley & Creme,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxette,
Fear,
Quadrant,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Dennis Brown,
Monks,
DNA,
Minutemen,
Tommy Roe,
Aural Exciters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grauzone,
Kerri Chandler,
OOIOO,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Junior Murvin,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Bauhaus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Sheep,
Al Stewart,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Scion,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Neil Young,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.