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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Womack. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ossler,
Aswad,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
the Swans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fortunes,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Count Five,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boredoms,
Stiv Bators,
Sixth Finger,
Q65,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Josef K,
Cecil Taylor,
Mission of Burma,
Isaac Hayes,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Deepchord,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Tubeway Army,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mo-Dettes,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Todd Terry,
Sound Behaviour,
Neil Young,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Crooked Eye,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Franke,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.