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 Gambia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 arpeggiator 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 Guru Guru to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Grandmaster Flash,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
U.S. Maple,
Silicon Teens,
Bootsy Collins,
the Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Fuzztones,
Godley & Creme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Joy Division,
Deakin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Saints,
Sonny Sharrock,
Charles Mingus,
K-Klass,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Buzzcocks,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
Infiniti,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Happenings,
Rosa Yemen,
Colin Newman,
The Red Krayola,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Al Stewart,
Eli Mardock,
New Age Steppers,
Glenn Branca,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
The Blackbyrds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
James White and The Blacks,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Liliput,
Yaz,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.