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 Macedonia and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the crunk 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Alphaville,
Reagan Youth,
Tom Boy,
Lucky Dragons,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Todd Terry,
Lou Reed,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
Morten Harket,
Hasil Adkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wasted Youth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Magazine,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
Scientists,
Scrapy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Henry Cow,
Tomorrow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Charles Mingus,
Unrelated Segments,
Rotary Connection,
The Red Krayola,
Althea and Donna,
Pole,
Electric Prunes,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Dawn Penn,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Cramps,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.