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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grime 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
John Foxx,
Ken Boothe,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
John Cale,
June Days,
Glenn Branca,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
The Walker Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Black Moon,
The Litter,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Hasil Adkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Organ,
Maurizio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Moebius,
Rod Modell,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Bluetip,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Country Teasers,
Little Man,
Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
MC5,
Babytalk,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Todd Terry,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.