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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pet Shop Boys to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Infiniti,
Young Marble Giants,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
Tom Boy,
Lalann,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grauzone,
Ludus,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Depeche Mode,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
Magazine,
Qualms,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Carl Craig,
Joe Smooth,
Ultravox,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Wells,
Average White Band,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Heaven 17,
Godley & Creme,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kurtis Blow,
KRS-One,
Niagra,
Aaron Thompson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Judy Mowatt,
MC5,
Echospace,
Nation of Ulysses,
Vainqueur,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.