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 Luxembourg and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 New Order to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Henry Cow,
Heaven 17,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Hardrive,
Sarah Menescal,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
Kas Product,
Fat Boys,
Shoche,
Michelle Simonal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mars,
Pantytec,
Cameo,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dave Gahan,
Monks,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sällskapet,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Mojo Men,
The Gories,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Görl,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
Gichy Dan,
The Gap Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Knickerbockers,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.