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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pop Group to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
John Cale,
Gang Starr,
Marc Almond,
B.T. Express,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ornette Coleman,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
The Residents,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Byron Stingily,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Jeff Mills,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wire,
Terry Callier,
Yellowson,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Radiohead,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
Cheater Slicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Nas,
Excepter,
the Swans,
Maurizio,
The Monochrome Set,
The Durutti Column,
Tubeway Army,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Joensuu 1685,
Quantec,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.