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 Azerbaijan and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Masters at Work to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Standells,
The Gun Club,
June of 44,
DNA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bronski Beat,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Roger Hodgson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
UT,
the Human League,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
The Vogues,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Scion,
Derrick May,
Newcleus,
AZ,
John Lydon,
Iggy Pop,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
The Pop Group,
Fluxion,
Whodini,
Saccharine Trust,
Ronnie Foster,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ituana,
Bad Manners,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
B.T. Express,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.