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 Tuvalu and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Junior Murvin to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Sun Ra,
ABBA,
Albert Ayler,
Icehouse,
The Motions,
Erasure,
Camberwell Now,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Christie,
Howard Jones,
T.S.O.L.,
Warsaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
Qualms,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
The Associates,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang of Four,
Magma,
Sun City Girls,
Model 500,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
the Human League,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick May,
The Searchers,
R.M.O.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fad Gadget,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispian St. Peters,
E-Dancer,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joe Finger,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nils Olav,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sound,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Eric Copeland,
Eric B and Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.