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 Cyprus and from Sao Paulo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Robert Palmer 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Ituana,
PIL,
Wire,
John Foxx,
David McCallum,
The Dead C,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
Adolescents,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Half Japanese,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Roxy Music,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Animal Collective,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Newcleus,
Pussy Galore,
The Martian,
Skriet,
Yellowson,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Rufus Thomas,
Minor Threat,
The Leaves,
Barclay James Harvest,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Leonard Cohen,
Arcadia,
David Bowie,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sound,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Ossler,
The Star Department,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.