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 Madrid.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Groovy Waters,
Warren Ellis,
Barbara Tucker,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Charles Mingus,
Sight & Sound,
Model 500,
Sound Behaviour,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Move,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Depeche Mode,
Amon Düül II,
Quando Quango,
Royal Trux,
The Zeros,
Half Japanese,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
Sex Pistols,
Pierre Henry,
Lou Christie,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Archie Shepp,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Nick Fraelich,
Urselle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bush Tetras,
Blossom Toes,
Section 25,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
D'Angelo,
Severed Heads,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Mark Hollis,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.