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 Saudi Arabia 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
The Techniques,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joensuu 1685,
Junior Murvin,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
John Holt,
Schoolly D,
Absolute Body Control,
Monolake,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arcadia,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Bar-Kays,
Icehouse,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Stetsasonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Red Krayola,
Barclay James Harvest,
Swans,
Faraquet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pylon,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Chris & Cosey,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Section 25,
Loose Ends,
Kerri Chandler,
Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Cale,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Au Pairs,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.