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 Equatorial Guinea and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Audionom to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Josef K,
Massinfluence,
Visage,
the Germs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Piero Umiliani,
Popol Vuh,
Shoche,
The Associates,
Franke,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Wake,
Glenn Branca,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Skarface,
Pole,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Tommy Roe,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Lou Christie,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
The Fortunes,
Amazonics,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Shuggie Otis,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gregory Isaacs,
Subhumans,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.