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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Cure 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
Wire,
Davy DMX,
Severed Heads,
Yellowson,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
The Knickerbockers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Barbara Tucker,
The Mummies,
Jeff Mills,
The Techniques,
Aswad,
Scrapy,
Pole,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cure,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Offenders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kenny Larkin,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wasted Youth,
The Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Camouflage,
The Move,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Deadbeat,
Franke,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marine Girls,
Visage,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scientists,
Sam Rivers,
David Bowie,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Coltrane,
The Misunderstood,
Blake Baxter,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.