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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the disco 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 The Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Alison Limerick,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Fad Gadget,
New York Dolls,
The Durutti Column,
Andrew Hill,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
Kas Product,
Underground Resistance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
ABC,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
Television,
Niagra,
Echospace,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sex Pistols,
The Raincoats,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Sandy B,
Nils Olav,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Association,
Marvin Gaye,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Tom Boy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
New Order,
The Index,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ossler,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
CMW,
The Selecter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.