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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Blancmange to the disco 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
Stetsasonic,
Pole,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
AZ,
Electric Prunes,
The Mummies,
Franke,
Althea and Donna,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Bobby Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Gap Band,
Tom Boy,
Scratch Acid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
FM Einheit,
Dennis Brown,
Sällskapet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Erykah Badu,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Black Pus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Sheep,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Oblivians,
Anakelly,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Black Bananas,
Popol Vuh,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Toasters,
Fat Boys,
MC5,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Stooges,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.