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 Sri Lanka and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Joensuu 1685 to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Neil Young,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
Soul II Soul,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wally Richardson,
R.M.O.,
Thee Headcoats,
Hot Snakes,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Erasure,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Bananas,
Freddie Wadling,
Loose Ends,
Marcia Griffiths,
Aswad,
Susan Cadogan,
New York Dolls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Maleditus Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Sister Nancy,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
The Young Rascals,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
Monks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Zapp,
the Swans,
Arab on Radar,
Grauzone,
Kenny Larkin,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.