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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 dance 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Audionom record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
Joyce Sims,
Henry Cow,
Das Ding,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
Cheater Slicks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pole,
FM Einheit,
Ten City,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
The Selecter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Shuggie Otis,
Sugar Minott,
The Victims,
Steve Hackett,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Derrick Morgan,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Ludus,
Stiv Bators,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Skriet,
the Human League,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Easy Going,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Porter Ricks,
Pussy Galore,
Blake Baxter,
Joensuu 1685,
Dead Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
Laurel Aitken,
Joe Finger,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.