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 Germany and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Marshall Jefferson to the funk 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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Henry Cow,
New Age Steppers,
Cybotron,
The Mummies,
E-Dancer,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Kevin Saunderson,
Audionom,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Radiohead,
Eden Ahbez,
Fela Kuti,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Byrd,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultravox,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
X-101,
Sparks,
Scion,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
The Fortunes,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes,
Sex Pistols,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
AZ,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
The Star Department,
Joy Division,
Dave Gahan,
The Gladiators,
Grauzone,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Oblivians,
Pulsallama,
Japan,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.