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 Cuba and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the electroclash 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Visage,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Sonics,
Joensuu 1685,
Isaac Hayes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
These Immortal Souls,
Supertramp,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Franke,
Monolake,
FM Einheit,
Hoover,
Model 500,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Sherman,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
H. Thieme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
Black Sheep,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
the Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
The Real Kids,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alice Coltrane,
Blake Baxter,
Masters at Work,
The Last Poets,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.