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 Portugal and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Stereo Dub to the rap 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 The Red Krayola. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Cybotron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Throbbing Gristle,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Hoover,
Andrew Hill,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sight & Sound,
Visage,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Kinks,
Connie Case,
Soul II Soul,
Jacob Miller,
The Vogues,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Grey Daturas,
MC5,
Traffic Nightmare,
Glenn Branca,
Radiopuhelimet,
Schoolly D,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
Zapp,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nik Kershaw,
U.S. Maple,
Symarip,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Wire,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Skarface,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Hot Snakes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
Grauzone,
Danielle Patucci,
Niagra,
The Zeros,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Silicon Teens,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.