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 Malawi and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 F. McDonald to the grime 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
ABBA,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
Skarface,
Oneida,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Reuben Wilson,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Unrelated Segments,
Yusef Lateef,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fela Kuti,
Susan Cadogan,
Nirvana,
Ossler,
Stereo Dub,
Pantytec,
Hardrive,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Black Pus,
Rekid,
The Grass Roots,
Stockholm Monsters,
K-Klass,
The Blackbyrds,
Rotary Connection,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
The Real Kids,
The Durutti Column,
The Shadows of Knight,
Janne Schatter,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Blossom Toes,
Tubeway Army,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Sherman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camouflage,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gun Club,
Television,
Deadbeat,
New Order,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.