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 Chad and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Jacques Brel to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Banda Bassotti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Bootsy Collins,
Oneida,
The Fall,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Absolute Body Control,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ornette Coleman,
The Last Poets,
The Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
Cal Tjader,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pole,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Flash Fearless,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The New Christs,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Public Image Ltd.,
X-101,
Carl Craig,
John Foxx,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Swans,
Fugazi,
Roxy Music,
FM Einheit,
The Fugs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Divine Comedy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Görl,
ABC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Alison Limerick,
Liliput,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.