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 Iran and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Philadelphia and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Newcleus to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ituana,
Unrelated Segments,
Intrusion,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Martian,
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Juan Atkins,
Lalann,
Dawn Penn,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Goldenarms,
Average White Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Ultra Naté,
Tears for Fears,
Swans,
Prince Buster,
Lyres,
Ornette Coleman,
Grauzone,
The Monks,
Nik Kershaw,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Bush Tetras,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Ossler,
The Grass Roots,
T.S.O.L.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anakelly,
The Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Aaron Thompson,
Junior Murvin,
Black Flag,
Jawbox,
CMW,
June Days,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.