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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the funk 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Last Poets,
Surgeon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Josef K,
The Monks,
the Association,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
Joy Division,
Television,
Accadde A,
James White and The Blacks,
The Searchers,
Spandau Ballet,
Eve St. Jones,
Girls At Our Best!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sound Behaviour,
The Standells,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roger Hodgson,
Colin Newman,
Altered Images,
Laurel Aitken,
JFA,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
the Normal,
Joyce Sims,
Pylon,
Wally Richardson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Divine Comedy,
Bush Tetras,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Matthew Bourne,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Busters,
The Modern Lovers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.