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 Philippines and from Delhi.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the punk 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Moss Icon,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Underground Resistance,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
UT,
Kurtis Blow,
Brand Nubian,
Freddie Wadling,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Soft Machine,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ludus,
Grauzone,
Dawn Penn,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Scion,
Half Japanese,
The Zeros,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
New York Dolls,
Gichy Dan,
Jeff Mills,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Minny Pops,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
The Slits,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
Idris Muhammad,
Shuggie Otis,
James White and The Blacks,
Porter Ricks,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Blancmange,
Toni Rubio,
Godley & Creme,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.