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 Brazil and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 Ponytail to the electroclash 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Neon Judgement,
Intrusion,
Aural Exciters,
The Toasters,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
Lungfish,
Eric Copeland,
The Smiths,
Loose Ends,
Alton Ellis,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Negative Approach,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light,
Subhumans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soulsonic Force,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Thompson Twins,
Reagan Youth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gladiators,
Maurizio,
Brand Nubian,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fugs,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Joey Negro,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Zapp,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Althea and Donna,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fat Boys,
The Evens,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.