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 Portugal and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
The Smoke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barry Ungar,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Morten Harket,
Jacques Brel,
The Litter,
Q65,
Gong,
Flamin' Groovies,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marcia Griffiths,
Colin Newman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Wake,
Brick,
Kaleidoscope,
Drexciya,
Derrick May,
Ten City,
Stiv Bators,
Soul Sonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slave,
Lalann,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arthur Verocai,
Outsiders,
Sight & Sound,
The Smiths,
The Offenders,
Toni Rubio,
June of 44,
World's Most,
Flash Fearless,
Blancmange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Buckinghams,
Skriet,
Cybotron,
Faust,
The Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Barrington Levy,
Gang Green,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Con Funk Shun,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.