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 Bahrain and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 John Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Marc Almond,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jerry's Kids,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Moby Grape,
The Offenders,
Newcleus,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mad Mike,
Pagans,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
The Beau Brummels,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
The Smiths,
Main Source,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Babytalk,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
The Divine Comedy,
Deepchord,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Icehouse,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Warsaw,
Livin' Joy,
Aural Exciters,
Bronski Beat,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Kenny Larkin,
Sarah Menescal,
The Busters,
Oblivians,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.