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 Romania and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Minnie Riperton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jerry's Kids,
The Birthday Party,
Sister Nancy,
Tears for Fears,
Terry Callier,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Monolake,
Can,
Eric B and Rakim,
Maleditus Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Boz Scaggs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
D'Angelo,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Buzzcocks,
Goldenarms,
Big Daddy Kane,
Public Enemy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
The Human League,
kango's stein massive,
The Standells,
Second Layer,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
The Knickerbockers,
The Velvet Underground,
Symarip,
Scan 7,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Blake Baxter,
Malaria!,
Mars,
Heaven 17,
Pantytec,
Michelle Simonal,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.