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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 harpsichord 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 Nik Kershaw to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
X-Ray Spex,
Depeche Mode,
The Smiths,
Jimmy McGriff,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
The Associates,
Andrew Hill,
Deakin,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
DNA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quadrant,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
AZ,
Magazine,
Visage,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bush Tetras,
The Wake,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Audionom,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
Eden Ahbez,
Interpol,
UT,
The Invisible,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Sarah Menescal,
Darondo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
the Slits,
Soul Sonic Force,
Aural Exciters,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Quantec,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mark Hollis,
Marine Girls,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.