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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Buckinghams to the dance 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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Funky Four + One,
Rosa Yemen,
Joyce Sims,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Absolute Body Control,
cv313,
Pet Shop Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
E-Dancer,
Stetsasonic,
The Techniques,
Alphaville,
Alton Ellis,
Mantronix,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Durutti Column,
Tres Demented,
Hoover,
Quantec,
New Age Steppers,
Crime,
The Martian,
The United States of America,
T.S.O.L.,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Ten City,
Cal Tjader,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Main Source,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Idris Muhammad,
Stiv Bators,
Archie Shepp,
The Pop Group,
Moebius,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Trojans,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Derrick Morgan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gichy Dan,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.