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 Australia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Remains to the electroclash 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jeff Mills,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Royal Trux,
Scott Walker,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erasure,
The Black Dice,
Dorothy Ashby,
Moby Grape,
Talk Talk,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
The Happenings,
Grey Daturas,
The Velvet Underground,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Quando Quango,
The Cure,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bauhaus,
Crispian St. Peters,
June of 44,
Ten City,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Fat Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Red Krayola,
Yaz,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
The Angels of Light,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Nik Kershaw,
Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.