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 Saudi Arabia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Searchers 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Theoretical Girls,
Monolake,
Make Up,
EPMD,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lakeside,
Yazoo,
The Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Laurel Aitken,
Man Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Fear,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Golliwogs,
Pussy Galore,
Neu!,
Fatback Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Little Man,
Depeche Mode,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Joe Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Youth Brigade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
The Modern Lovers,
the Swans,
Masters at Work,
The New Christs,
Arcadia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tom Boy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Warsaw,
Thee Headcoats,
Bush Tetras,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grauzone,
The Names,
Circle Jerks,
Mad Mike,
The Cure,
Nico,
John Cale,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.