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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cosmic Jokers to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
Subhumans,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Minor Threat,
Little Man,
Sun Ra,
The Pop Group,
Angry Samoans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Crispy Ambulance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
Kenny Larkin,
Royal Trux,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
Godley & Creme,
The Motions,
Bill Wells,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Flash Fearless,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kerrie Biddell,
Skarface,
Harpers Bizarre,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABBA,
H. Thieme,
Half Japanese,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Pus,
Lyres,
Lou Reed,
The Fall,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Sun City Girls,
Roxette,
Index,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tubeway Army,
The Cramps,
Liliput,
EPMD,
cv313,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.