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 Croatia and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Moss Icon,
The Happenings,
Altered Images,
Nils Olav,
Gang Starr,
Zapp,
Minnie Riperton,
Moebius,
David Axelrod,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Slackers,
Surgeon,
Intrusion,
Zero Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Pet Shop Boys,
These Immortal Souls,
Bronski Beat,
Agent Orange,
China Crisis,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dawn Penn,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
Echospace,
Bobby Womack,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Prince Buster,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
Cal Tjader,
X-Ray Spex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Techniques,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Victims,
Nico,
Half Japanese,
Inner City,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.