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 Dominica and from Beijing.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 X-Ray Spex to the electroclash 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Beau Brummels record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren,
Barclay James Harvest,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
Darondo,
Black Pus,
These Immortal Souls,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fire Engines,
Hasil Adkins,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Marmalade,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Severed Heads,
Quando Quango,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
The Birthday Party,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
OOIOO,
Man Eating Sloth,
F. McDonald,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ponytail,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Depeche Mode,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Yellowson,
Agitation Free,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Index,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fall,
Zapp,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Can,
Q65,
Magma,
Skaos,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.