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 Brunei and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Darondo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Motions,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultravox,
The Durutti Column,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
Pantaleimon,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Graham Central Station,
Fear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Happenings,
Reuben Wilson,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Faust,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Jawbox,
Glambeats Corp.,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Zero Boys,
Swans,
Derrick May,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Franke,
The Count Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Sandy B,
Schoolly D,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
The Residents,
Slave,
Warsaw,
Dual Sessions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.