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 Namibia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 X-101 to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Morten Harket,
The Kinks,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Cybotron,
Mo-Dettes,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Star Department,
Matthew Bourne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marc Almond,
T.S.O.L.,
Ronnie Foster,
Eddi Front,
The Red Krayola,
Davy DMX,
Vainqueur,
One Last Wish,
The Monks,
Amon Düül,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Outsiders,
the Association,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Crime,
Rapeman,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The Toasters,
The Slackers,
Bad Manners,
Grandmaster Flash,
Traffic Nightmare,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Jerry's Kids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bronski Beat,
Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Enemy,
Bush Tetras,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
John Lydon,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.