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 Antigua and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aloha Tigers,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Whodini,
Absolute Body Control,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Ohio Players,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Thompson Twins,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
Lalann,
Parry Music,
The American Breed,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
Quadrant,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nils Olav,
Bob Dylan,
The Blues Magoos,
Ituana,
Wings,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
F. McDonald,
Urselle,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Altered Images,
Buzzcocks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
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.