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 San Marino and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the grunge 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Barrington Levy,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Derrick May,
Robert Görl,
The Music Machine,
Erasure,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Pantytec,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marc Almond,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Subhumans,
Albert Ayler,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Throbbing Gristle,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
The Litter,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
The Mojo Men,
David Bowie,
X-Ray Spex,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
Connie Case,
Slave,
Faust,
LL Cool J,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.