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 Belgium and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Stiv Bators,
Black Sheep,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
Slick Rick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
ABBA,
Bronski Beat,
The Angels of Light,
MC5,
Pantytec,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camberwell Now,
The Pretty Things,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
John Coltrane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harry Pussy,
Babytalk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Little Man,
Magma,
Peter and Kerry,
Soul II Soul,
Whodini,
Animal Collective,
Tubeway Army,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Glenn Branca,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Q and Not U,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Y Pants,
The Skatalites,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mary Jane Girls,
Deadbeat,
Joensuu 1685,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Gun Club,
Jawbox,
Moss Icon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.