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 Dominica and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
New York Dolls,
Skriet,
The Birthday Party,
Byron Stingily,
Adolescents,
Stereo Dub,
Max Romeo,
Arcadia,
Kas Product,
Y Pants,
CMW,
Iggy Pop,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Rosa Yemen,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Suburban Knight,
Charles Mingus,
The Gories,
Matthew Halsall,
L. Decosne,
Dennis Brown,
Skarface,
Monks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Basic Channel,
The Electric Prunes,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
Johnny Osbourne,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
Heaven 17,
Moby Grape,
Quadrant,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
The Buckinghams,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arab on Radar,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Dark Day,
Fugazi,
Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Ornette Coleman,
Dave Gahan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.