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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jacob Miller,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Loose Ends,
Oneida,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
Delta 5,
Kas Product,
Young Marble Giants,
Alison Limerick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jawbox,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Audionom,
Clear Light,
X-Ray Spex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Joyce Sims,
Severed Heads,
Au Pairs,
Skaos,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
Connie Case,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cramps,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Janne Schatter,
The Five Americans,
Television,
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The Smiths,
Unrelated Segments,
Deakin,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.