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 Yemen and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba 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 Lyres to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scientists,
X-101,
Heaven 17,
Ituana,
Lucky Dragons,
Camberwell Now,
Oneida,
Skriet,
A Certain Ratio,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Don Cherry,
R.M.O.,
The Slits,
Talk Talk,
Stockholm Monsters,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Accadde A,
The Gories,
Section 25,
Pierre Henry,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Derrick Morgan,
Bluetip,
ABC,
The Gun Club,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
Aswad,
The Skatalites,
Make Up,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Malaria!,
Nico,
Alice Coltrane,
The Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cal Tjader,
Nik Kershaw,
Camouflage,
Tres Demented,
Slave,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Lou Christie,
Bad Manners,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.