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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Zapp,
The Residents,
The Victims,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
T.S.O.L.,
Scrapy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Y Pants,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Busters,
the Soft Cell,
Wings,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Gong,
Motorama,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Christie,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
ABC,
CMW,
Sly & The Family Stone,
New Order,
Pulsallama,
Pole,
David McCallum,
UT,
Symarip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
This Heat,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Moleskins,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.