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 Morocco and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Association to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Parry Music,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ronan,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Surgeon,
The Pretty Things,
The Cure,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Hoover,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zapp,
Black Flag,
Dennis Brown,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Swans,
June Days,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Josef K,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Blues Magoos,
The Blackbyrds,
Skaos,
L. Decosne,
Fluxion,
DJ Sneak,
Letta Mbulu,
The Gories,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Slits,
Aswad,
Inner City,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Warren Ellis,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.