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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 U.S. Maple to the grunge 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Whodini,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Groovy Waters,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Patti Smith,
Gang Green,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
David Bowie,
Bobby Sherman,
Barbara Tucker,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
Zapp,
Deadbeat,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
Public Enemy,
The Monks,
New Order,
Funkadelic,
Crooked Eye,
Dead Boys,
Index,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Popol Vuh,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Angry Samoans,
Howard Jones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Intrusion,
Sun Ra,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Flash Fearless,
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
The Leaves,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Young Marble Giants,
La Düsseldorf,
Ultra Naté,
Lucky Dragons,
Delta 5,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.