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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the techno 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Can,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
In Retrospect,
David Bowie,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Urselle,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Al Stewart,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
World's Most,
Matthew Bourne,
Eden Ahbez,
cv313,
Sun Ra,
Ornette Coleman,
Mantronix,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
Motorama,
Laurel Aitken,
Letta Mbulu,
Swans,
Joey Negro,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
JFA,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Rosa Yemen,
Bill Near,
Underground Resistance,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.