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 Guyana and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 synthesizer 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 Shuggie Otis to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jawbox,
The Moleskins,
Be Bop Deluxe,
World's Most,
Sex Pistols,
Magma,
Saccharine Trust,
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Machine,
Al Stewart,
Goldenarms,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Bill Wells,
Television,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
The Red Krayola,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stetsasonic,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Toasters,
Blake Baxter,
Alison Limerick,
B.T. Express,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Talk Talk,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Max Romeo,
Aswad,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Aaron Thompson,
Radio Birdman,
The Real Kids,
Amazonics,
Flipper,
Schoolly D,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.