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 Venezuela and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Blancmange to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
D'Angelo,
Jacques Brel,
Gang Starr,
Fad Gadget,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Divine Comedy,
The Leaves,
Can,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
OOIOO,
Index,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sparks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Eating Sloth,
Japan,
The Dead C,
Deepchord,
Robert Görl,
Lungfish,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Sandy B,
Agitation Free,
Man Parrish,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Essential Logic,
Freddie Wadling,
Ultra Naté,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unwound,
Mr. Review,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
The Victims,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Electric Prunes,
The Selecter,
June of 44,
Sugar Minott,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
The Move,
Ossler,
Bob Dylan,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.