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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 linndrum 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Germs,
Siglo XX,
48th St. Collective,
Tommy Roe,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
Parry Music,
X-101,
Bronski Beat,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Last Poets,
Yusef Lateef,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Fluxion,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
Slave,
Barrington Levy,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gang Starr,
Japan,
Porter Ricks,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oneida,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Banda Bassotti,
The Techniques,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
June Days,
Crooked Eye,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Alphaville,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.