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 Luxembourg and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Sandy B to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
Motorama,
Patti Smith,
Tres Demented,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
Avey Tare,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Man Parrish,
Organ,
The Names,
Idris Muhammad,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eurythmics,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Anthony Braxton,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
Animal Collective,
New York Dolls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Mummies,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Count Five,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Gap Band,
Hashim,
T. Rex,
Black Sheep,
Au Pairs,
Y Pants,
The Fire Engines,
Mars,
Japan,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Monolake,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.