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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Scott Walker to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
Youth Brigade,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons,
Sonny Sharrock,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quando Quango,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Neil Young,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cybotron,
Slick Rick,
Black Moon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Henry Cow,
Thompson Twins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Archie Shepp,
Skaos,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO,
Radiopuhelimet,
Surgeon,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Donald Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Durutti Column,
Yazoo,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
Derrick May,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Blossom Toes,
Depeche Mode,
The Gories,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Second Layer,
Joe Finger,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans, Angry Samoans.
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.