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 Nigeria and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Absolute Body Control to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Parrish,
Quantec,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
DJ Style,
The Fugs,
Althea and Donna,
Model 500,
The Buckinghams,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Amon Düül,
Flash Fearless,
X-101,
Steve Hackett,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eddi Front,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Faust,
Crime,
Make Up,
Nico,
Peter & Gordon,
R.M.O.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
Fluxion,
Radio Birdman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
the Normal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Duran Duran,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
Essential Logic,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
The Music Machine,
David Bowie,
PIL,
The Vogues,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.