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 South Sudan and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Slick Rick to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
E-Dancer,
AZ,
Magazine,
Crime,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxette,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Leonard Cohen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dual Sessions,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Mars,
Rapeman,
The New Christs,
Khruangbin,
The Vogues,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Ronnie Foster,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Depeche Mode,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
The Human League,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
Nas,
Hoover,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eddi Front,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Raincoats,
Stiv Bators,
Scratch Acid,
David McCallum,
Roxy Music,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.