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 Ukraine and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the rap 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Basic Channel,
EPMD,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bluetip,
Organ,
Chrome,
Crispian St. Peters,
Dawn Penn,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
OOIOO,
Yusef Lateef,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
This Heat,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang On A Can,
the Sonics,
Alison Limerick,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Black Dice,
Rosa Yemen,
Mission of Burma,
Flipper,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Barry Ungar,
Gichy Dan,
Suburban Knight,
Ponytail,
Accadde A,
Audionom,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiohead,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Technova,
Maleditus Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Alton Ellis,
Khruangbin,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.