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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soft Cell to the rock 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Minny Pops,
Aural Exciters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
a-ha,
Essential Logic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
New York Dolls,
Tropical Tobacco,
These Immortal Souls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Supertramp,
the Association,
Infiniti,
X-101,
Jimmy McGriff,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25,
The Litter,
Monolake,
X-102,
The Offenders,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funkadelic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Hashim,
Letta Mbulu,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sight & Sound,
Q and Not U,
Zapp,
Lou Christie,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Tres Demented,
Fluxion,
Juan Atkins,
Wally Richardson,
Mo-Dettes,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Dual Sessions,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD,
Faust,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Babytalk,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.