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 Maldives and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Buzzcocks to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 funk 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Aural Exciters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Human League,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Victims,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Techniques,
Subhumans,
The Toasters,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Can,
cv313,
Cluster,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Kayak,
Rod Modell,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Yazoo,
Kaleidoscope,
Massinfluence,
Bob Dylan,
Fad Gadget,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
Morten Harket,
Skriet,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Hashim,
Minny Pops,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
Barbara Tucker,
Jawbox,
Mad Mike,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.