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 Zimbabwe and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Outsiders to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
The Detroit Cobras,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Sex Pistols,
Brass Construction,
Delta 5,
UT,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Warsaw,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Ice-T,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Quando Quango,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Section 25,
Stetsasonic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Monochrome Set,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Symarip,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Bauhaus,
Crooked Eye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Flag,
Loose Ends,
Nik Kershaw,
Scion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.