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 Vietnam and from London.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dave Clark Five to the rock 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hot Snakes,
Guru Guru,
The Evens,
Eli Mardock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lyres,
John Foxx,
R.M.O.,
Main Source,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tears for Fears,
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Sonics,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
The Neon Judgement,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
Alton Ellis,
Hashim,
DJ Sneak,
The Fall,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
The Pop Group,
The Mighty Diamonds,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Trojans,
The Index,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang of Four,
Banda Bassotti,
The Golliwogs,
Underground Resistance,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fugs,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
The Divine Comedy,
Camberwell Now,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.