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 Canada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Bizarre Inc. to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quantec,
Echospace,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Visage,
John Holt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric Dolphy,
Siglo XX,
kango's stein massive,
Heaven 17,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scion,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rosa Yemen,
Darondo,
Stereo Dub,
Vladislav Delay,
Eric Copeland,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rites of Spring,
Index,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doors,
Flipper,
The Motions,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
The Neon Judgement,
Derrick May,
Derrick Morgan,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Dave Clark Five,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Altered Images,
The Birthday Party,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.