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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 Moss Icon to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
The J.B.'s,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Walker Brothers,
John Lydon,
In Retrospect,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Liliput,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
The Trojans,
The Kinks,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Slave,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wings,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Joyce Sims,
Pulsallama,
Dave Gahan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rosa Yemen,
John Foxx,
Nas,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
Audionom,
Technova,
Altered Images,
Desert Stars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ossler,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Joy Division,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Scott Walker,
Severed Heads,
The Fall,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Martian,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.