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 Japan 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Andrew Hill,
The Wake,
Monolake,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
Warren Ellis,
Gichy Dan,
Flash Fearless,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fall,
Black Bananas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
June of 44,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Peter and Kerry,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Hashim,
La Düsseldorf,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Happenings,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
Fluxion,
kango's stein massive,
MDC,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Guru Guru,
Pere Ubu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Pole,
Intrusion,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.