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 Macedonia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Colin Newman to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Mars,
R.M.O.,
Ken Boothe,
Au Pairs,
Kayak,
The Stooges,
Michelle Simonal,
Pussy Galore,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Sound Behaviour,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
The Divine Comedy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Young Marble Giants,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Lyres,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soft Cell,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eli Mardock,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
June Days,
The Dead C,
Roxy Music,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Anthony Braxton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
ABC,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Bobby Sherman,
The Dirtbombs,
Grauzone,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.