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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Intrusion 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 The Names. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The Saints,
Alice Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
Dual Sessions,
Tomorrow,
June Days,
X-102,
Traffic Nightmare,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Little Man,
Graham Central Station,
48th St. Collective,
Talk Talk,
Basic Channel,
Lungfish,
The Gladiators,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
Cameo,
Erasure,
Ultravox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Index,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minny Pops,
Eurythmics,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Moss Icon,
Q and Not U,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Heaven 17,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Outsiders,
Hoover,
Rapeman,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.