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 Korea North and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk 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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dark Day,
The Cowsills,
Trumans Water,
Wire,
The Gun Club,
The Techniques,
the Human League,
Jawbox,
Fat Boys,
Urselle,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ice-T,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Skarface,
Glambeats Corp.,
Black Bananas,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marshall Jefferson,
Graham Central Station,
Bobby Byrd,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Moss Icon,
Buzzcocks,
Jacob Miller,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Wake,
Drive Like Jehu,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aloha Tigers,
Kaleidoscope,
Shuggie Otis,
Mandrill,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Blossom Toes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.