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 Qatar and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Buzzcocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Cameo,
Index,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Aural Exciters,
John Holt,
Swell Maps,
Ultra Naté,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
June of 44,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Music Machine,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter and Kerry,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lakeside,
Monks,
The Invisible,
Joe Finger,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Quando Quango,
The Toasters,
Q and Not U,
The Litter,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jacob Miller,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gun Club,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Tubeway Army,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Neu!,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.