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 South Africa and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Grauzone,
Brick,
Yusef Lateef,
Theoretical Girls,
Faraquet,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter & Gordon,
The American Breed,
Moby Grape,
Curtis Mayfield,
Dave Gahan,
Lyres,
Intrusion,
Audionom,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Five Americans,
The Beau Brummels,
Minny Pops,
Gichy Dan,
Bill Wells,
10cc,
Freddie Wadling,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter and Kerry,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
E-Dancer,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
Arcadia,
Steve Hackett,
The Buckinghams,
The Move,
X-102,
Talk Talk,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
Los Fastidios,
David Axelrod,
Minor Threat,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
The Velvet Underground,
Scrapy,
Michelle Simonal,
Traffic Nightmare,
Albert Ayler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.