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 Haiti and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Maleditus Sound to the rock 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 Skarface. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Erasure,
Banda Bassotti,
In Retrospect,
Accadde A,
Roger Hodgson,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Swell Maps,
U.S. Maple,
Rites of Spring,
Magazine,
Minnie Riperton,
Roxette,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Excepter,
Scratch Acid,
The Blues Magoos,
Aloha Tigers,
Newcleus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Sparks,
FM Einheit,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
Maurizio,
Scan 7,
Ohio Players,
Joyce Sims,
The Victims,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Man Parrish,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crime,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
The Buckinghams,
Howard Jones,
Black Moon,
The Motions,
The Durutti Column,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.