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 Australia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Mandrill to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Scion,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
cv313,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Visage,
Ice-T,
The Motions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerrie Biddell,
Susan Cadogan,
JFA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barry Ungar,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Unwound,
Unrelated Segments,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultravox,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Magma,
Electric Prunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Association,
Smog,
Warsaw,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Glenn Branca,
Mark Hollis,
Pet Shop Boys,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Leonard Cohen,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.