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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Wake,
Susan Cadogan,
Wally Richardson,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Unrelated Segments,
Suburban Knight,
Tubeway Army,
Sparks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gories,
The Red Krayola,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
The Human League,
Warren Ellis,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Symarip,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nils Olav,
The Durutti Column,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Can,
the Normal,
Ponytail,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Brick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brass Construction,
Quando Quango,
Deepchord,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Victims,
Stetsasonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Amon Düül,
Tommy Roe,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Skriet,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.