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 Turkey and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
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 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 Dual Sessions to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gories,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lyres,
Steve Hackett,
Lakeside,
Second Layer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crash Course in Science,
June of 44,
MC5,
Cybotron,
Stereo Dub,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Matthew Bourne,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chrome,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Connie Case,
10cc,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Real Kids,
Ultra Naté,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Vainqueur,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
Delon & Dalcan,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Thompson Twins,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
June Days,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Duran Duran,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
Angry Samoans,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.