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 Morocco and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 10cc 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Bananas,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
the Association,
Youth Brigade,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Altered Images,
Dead Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Idris Muhammad,
Magazine,
Howard Jones,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
the Slits,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cal Tjader,
Shoche,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Urselle,
Darondo,
Scratch Acid,
Ken Boothe,
Joyce Sims,
Massinfluence,
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Quadrant,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Aaron Thompson,
Rod Modell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
The Seeds,
The Litter,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
MDC,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Moss Icon,
The Motions,
Steve Hackett,
T.S.O.L.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.