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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Portland.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the dance 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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Hood,
Nils Olav,
Aswad,
Sight & Sound,
The Pop Group,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
Eli Mardock,
Arthur Verocai,
Siglo XX,
Cluster,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Rakim,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mantronix,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
The Star Department,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scrapy,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Tim Buckley,
Max Romeo,
Intrusion,
the Slits,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Throbbing Gristle,
Liliput,
T. Rex,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
Los Fastidios,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
La Düsseldorf,
John Lydon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Rapeman,
Inner City,
New Order,
Quando Quango,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.