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 Vanuatu and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Skaos,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-101,
Average White Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Barracudas,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Minnie Riperton,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Barrington Levy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Lightning Bolt,
the Human League,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Lydon,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Black Bananas,
Piero Umiliani,
Pagans,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Vogues,
DJ Style,
Gang Gang Dance,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Charles Mingus,
The Sound,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Cymande,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
a-ha,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.