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 India and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Bill Wells,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Ronnie Foster,
John Foxx,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Fraelich,
Prince Buster,
Piero Umiliani,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
L. Decosne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harry Pussy,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Isaac Hayes,
Eve St. Jones,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Lucky Dragons,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Max Romeo,
Siglo XX,
The United States of America,
Depeche Mode,
Eddi Front,
The Alarm Clocks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Con Funk Shun,
Das Ding,
a-ha,
Aloha Tigers,
The Walker Brothers,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Blake Baxter,
The Fire Engines,
Ice-T,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Pussy Galore,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Public Enemy,
Infiniti,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
the Soft Cell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
Funkadelic,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.