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 Guinea-Bissau and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Sight & Sound to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Matthew Halsall,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ituana,
Sun City Girls,
The Buckinghams,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
Cluster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Slits,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
The Busters,
Smog,
Harmonia,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultravox,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
The Standells,
Ultra Naté,
10cc,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Funkadelic,
Pulsallama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ice-T,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Metal Thangz,
Albert Ayler,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Masters at Work,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Camberwell Now,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.