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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Real Kids to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vainqueur,
Kas Product,
Judy Mowatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sister Nancy,
The Vogues,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Altered Images,
The Victims,
Whodini,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Happenings,
Kerri Chandler,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Skaos,
The Zeros,
The Last Poets,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Roxette,
Khruangbin,
Gabor Szabo,
the Soft Cell,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
One Last Wish,
Swans,
Funkadelic,
Cluster,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joey Negro,
Jacob Miller,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Das Ding,
Eddi Front,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moby Grape,
Leonard Cohen,
MDC,
Quando Quango,
Hardrive,
Dual Sessions,
Siglo XX,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.