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 Thailand 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Soul II Soul to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Tom Boy,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barbara Tucker,
Average White Band,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lyres,
The Count Five,
Pagans,
Alison Limerick,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
The Seeds,
UT,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joy Division,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Near,
Faust,
kango's stein massive,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobbi Humphrey,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
Maurizio,
LL Cool J,
La Düsseldorf,
Simply Red,
the Slits,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Remains,
Agitation Free,
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Leaves,
Radiohead,
Minny Pops,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.