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 Nicaragua and from Halifax.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mary Jane Girls to the rap 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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Fat Boys,
The Human League,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rites of Spring,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Soft Cell,
Delta 5,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
New Order,
Michelle Simonal,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joensuu 1685,
Avey Tare,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
Joy Division,
Flipper,
Eddi Front,
the Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blancmange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Swans,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Joey Negro,
Sarah Menescal,
Organ,
The Index,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Todd Rundgren,
China Crisis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Tim Buckley,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Faraquet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Litter,
Quando Quango,
X-Ray Spex,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vladislav Delay,
Mandrill,
Lou Christie,
The Monks,
Soulsonic Force,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.