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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Easy Going,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Can,
Animal Collective,
OOIOO,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Tubeway Army,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Junior Murvin,
Smog,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Ossler,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Radiohead,
Joey Negro,
New York Dolls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
a-ha,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Banda Bassotti,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
Crispian St. Peters,
Morten Harket,
the Bar-Kays,
Slick Rick,
The Music Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Ituana,
Pagans,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
Oblivians,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
The Beau Brummels,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.