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 Honduras and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Byrd,
UT,
Lakeside,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
Pierre Henry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Thompson Twins,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
Sex Pistols,
Yaz,
Suicide,
The Index,
LL Cool J,
Little Man,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Sneak,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris & Cosey,
cv313,
Urselle,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camouflage,
The Cramps,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Nirvana,
Roger Hodgson,
Wasted Youth,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Reagan Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
Quadrant,
Gregory Isaacs,
China Crisis,
Motorama,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Blossom Toes,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.