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 Sweden and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 The Young Rascals to the techno 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Easy Going,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
The Music Machine,
Y Pants,
Angry Samoans,
Vladislav Delay,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Adolescents,
Swell Maps,
Stiv Bators,
Barry Ungar,
Radio Birdman,
Soul II Soul,
Howard Jones,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hashim,
Drexciya,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gabor Szabo,
Interpol,
The Monochrome Set,
Josef K,
Jacob Miller,
Silicon Teens,
Bronski Beat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
The Toasters,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fad Gadget,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris & Cosey,
Pulsallama,
Deakin,
Sällskapet,
Ossler,
The Neon Judgement,
Mo-Dettes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
Juan Atkins,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.