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 Costa Rica 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
The Slits,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Association,
Technova,
Rekid,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Funkadelic,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Echospace,
The Cramps,
Nirvana,
Brick,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dead C,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shuggie Otis,
Easy Going,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Fall,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Aswad,
48th St. Collective,
Procol Harum,
The Mojo Men,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Associates,
Bill Near,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
June Days,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
Ultravox,
Franke,
Stetsasonic,
Pantytec,
Maleditus Sound,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.