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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Angry Samoans,
Aswad,
Royal Trux,
Pole,
OOIOO,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sister Nancy,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
EPMD,
Gang of Four,
Sight & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Eve St. Jones,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Pulsallama,
Amon Düül,
Swell Maps,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
David McCallum,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Groovy Waters,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Section 25,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pere Ubu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tears for Fears,
Jawbox,
China Crisis,
Bluetip,
The Seeds,
John Holt,
Unwound,
Kenny Larkin,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gladiators,
Spoonie Gee,
Marmalade,
The Fuzztones,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.