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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 snare 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 Pet Shop Boys to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
T. Rex,
Agitation Free,
Anakelly,
Scan 7,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Sugar Minott,
Howard Jones,
Minor Threat,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Supertramp,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flamin' Groovies,
Al Stewart,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fad Gadget,
Interpol,
The Slits,
Niagra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Can,
Index,
Whodini,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Country Teasers,
Minny Pops,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
Ice-T,
Bobbi Humphrey,
This Heat,
Schoolly D,
Eden Ahbez,
ABC,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joey Negro,
Crash Course in Science,
Piero Umiliani,
48th St. Collective,
Swans,
The Music Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Rod Modell,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Soft Cell,
Absolute Body Control,
Porter Ricks,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.