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 Romania 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 K-Klass to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Matthew Bourne,
Depeche Mode,
Desert Stars,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
The Birthday Party,
The Music Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Yazoo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Duran Duran,
Crispy Ambulance,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
The Angels of Light,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
Subhumans,
Pole,
The Sonics,
Cluster,
Niagra,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Kas Product,
The Five Americans,
Rekid,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Absolute Body Control,
Laurel Aitken,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
The Standells,
Sparks,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
Alice Coltrane,
Popol Vuh,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yellowson,
E-Dancer,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Erasure,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Pantaleimon,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.