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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Cymande to the electroclash 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Almond,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Suburban Knight,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Sex Pistols,
Bobbi Humphrey,
One Last Wish,
Make Up,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Jacob Miller,
Altered Images,
The Angels of Light,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Maurizio,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Model 500,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Invisible,
Morten Harket,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grey Daturas,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Black Flag,
Soul II Soul,
Quando Quango,
Deadbeat,
Cluster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
Rekid,
Josef K,
John Holt,
Royal Trux,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Darondo,
The Offenders,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Barry Ungar,
Ponytail,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lakeside,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.