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 Finland and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Modern Lovers,
Aural Exciters,
Lungfish,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cymande,
Mr. Review,
Radiohead,
Au Pairs,
F. McDonald,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Gichy Dan,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Cluster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
The Black Dice,
Ultravox,
the Germs,
Erasure,
Nick Fraelich,
Roxy Music,
The Leaves,
The Pretty Things,
Judy Mowatt,
Camouflage,
Kerrie Biddell,
Patti Smith,
Joe Smooth,
the Swans,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Q65,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
The Moody Blues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Stooges,
Suburban Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
The Gories,
Rotary Connection,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Organ,
The Misunderstood,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ludus,
Warren Ellis,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.