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 Papua New Guinea and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 B.T. Express to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Masters at Work,
Lower 48,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joy Division,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agent Orange,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Magazine,
Faraquet,
The Red Krayola,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
Inner City,
The Fire Engines,
Radio Birdman,
Depeche Mode,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Minutemen,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Rapeman,
The Fugs,
DNA,
Buzzcocks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Bananas,
David Bowie,
Brass Construction,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joensuu 1685,
Grey Daturas,
Dave Gahan,
Adolescents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Rotary Connection,
Toni Rubio,
The J.B.'s,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
The Searchers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Cymande,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.