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 Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Idris Muhammad,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Animal Collective,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Donny Hathaway,
Lee Hazlewood,
Groovy Waters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Half Japanese,
The Fuzztones,
Pharoah Sanders,
Electric Prunes,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Dolphy,
Brass Construction,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Flag,
Index,
Blake Baxter,
Flash Fearless,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Hoover,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sex Pistols,
China Crisis,
The Count Five,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Juan Atkins,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Talk Talk,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.