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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 linndrum 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 The Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
Kas Product,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Ice-T,
Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Soft Cell,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Pierre Henry,
Deepchord,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rotary Connection,
Roy Ayers,
Swell Maps,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
The Raincoats,
Agitation Free,
Cluster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Red Krayola,
Ronan,
Sugar Minott,
The Gories,
Q65,
Chris & Cosey,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
June of 44,
Ultra Naté,
Ten City,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Blancmange,
Sandy B,
Man Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fatback Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.