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 Kiribati and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Johnny Osbourne to the rock 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
The Blackbyrds,
The Remains,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Average White Band,
Cal Tjader,
AZ,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Deadbeat,
The Five Americans,
Bang On A Can,
X-101,
The Selecter,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiohead,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy Collins,
Liliput,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Circle Jerks,
Scan 7,
Y Pants,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Country Teasers,
48th St. Collective,
Easy Going,
Robert Görl,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cheater Slicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aloha Tigers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Nick Fraelich,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Stereo Dub,
Procol Harum,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bob Dylan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.