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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Ossler to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Dennis Brown,
Wally Richardson,
Outsiders,
Swell Maps,
Brick,
The Monks,
The Mummies,
Moebius,
The Walker Brothers,
Can,
The Divine Comedy,
Stereo Dub,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Blancmange,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Susan Cadogan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Graham Central Station,
KRS-One,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Christie,
Glenn Branca,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Music Machine,
Malaria!,
Eric Dolphy,
Quando Quango,
Camouflage,
Pagans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Cowsills,
The Slackers,
Banda Bassotti,
Nico,
Bush Tetras,
The Black Dice,
Anakelly,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pole,
Ronan,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Saccharine Trust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.