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 Kiribati and from Johannesburg.
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 Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron 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 Pussy Galore to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
DNA,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gladiators,
Radio Birdman,
Erasure,
Stiv Bators,
Yaz,
Slave,
Boredoms,
Eden Ahbez,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Hardrive,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Lindisfarne,
Sound Behaviour,
OOIOO,
Glambeats Corp.,
Henry Cow,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
Funky Four + One,
Second Layer,
Shoche,
One Last Wish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.