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 Somalia and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Gladiators,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
The Buckinghams,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
The Move,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Zapp,
Eric Copeland,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Negative Approach,
David Bowie,
Black Bananas,
The Sonics,
Hot Snakes,
Connie Case,
Pet Shop Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
the Bar-Kays,
The Saints,
Peter and Kerry,
DNA,
Eden Ahbez,
Theoretical Girls,
Skaos,
Sun City Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Alton Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Unrelated Segments,
Fluxion,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Simply Red,
Dave Gahan,
The Golliwogs,
The New Christs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.