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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 snare 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 Intrusion to the disco 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gories,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Masters at Work,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Average White Band,
U.S. Maple,
DJ Style,
Shuggie Otis,
The Monochrome Set,
the Normal,
Wire,
10cc,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Toasters,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moleskins,
Parry Music,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Hashim,
Eddi Front,
Bad Manners,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Derrick Morgan,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Rakim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
The Offenders,
Sun City Girls,
X-101,
Yaz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cramps,
Gang of Four,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Divine Comedy,
Fear,
Thompson Twins,
Laurel Aitken,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.