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 Serbia and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fuzztones to the techno 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Gang Green,
Main Source,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Heaven 17,
The Pop Group,
Skarface,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Almond,
The Modern Lovers,
Hasil Adkins,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
The Blues Magoos,
the Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
The Gories,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Michelle Simonal,
The Names,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marvin Gaye,
Mo-Dettes,
Pagans,
The Invisible,
Mission of Burma,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
Dark Day,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Seeds,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
The Black Dice,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Banda Bassotti,
Siglo XX,
Second Layer,
Popol Vuh,
Cluster, Cluster, Cluster, Cluster.
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.