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 India and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ 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 Masters at Work to the rap 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Joy Division,
X-102,
Fluxion,
Lungfish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rotary Connection,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oneida,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Television Personalities,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dave Gahan,
Ronan,
JFA,
The Offenders,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Max Romeo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ludus,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Victims,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
John Lydon,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Bobby Sherman,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Wake,
the Swans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Copeland,
Dual Sessions,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
DJ Style,
Alison Limerick,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.