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 Switzerland and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Monks,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Inner City,
B.T. Express,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Anthony Braxton,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Subhumans,
Marc Almond,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Christie,
Rhythm & Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bronski Beat,
Heaven 17,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
D'Angelo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Mandrill,
Circle Jerks,
Brothers Johnson,
The Buckinghams,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fuzztones,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
The Litter,
Whodini,
Excepter,
Harmonia,
Basic Channel,
Lindisfarne,
Warren Ellis,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Zapp,
Minny Pops,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.