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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 organ 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 World's Most to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Royal Trux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Alice Coltrane,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
the Soft Cell,
The Dead C,
Nas,
Visage,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gichy Dan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Eurythmics,
Joensuu 1685,
Simply Red,
The Real Kids,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Trojans,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Pylon,
New Age Steppers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Normal,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Mojo Men,
Kurtis Blow,
Sällskapet,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
The Tremeloes,
Maleditus Sound,
Guru Guru,
Yaz,
Soft Cell,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Colin Newman,
The Human League,
Soft Machine,
Quantec,
Ten City,
Monks,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.