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 Bahamas and from Milan.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Yazoo to the crunk 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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Davy DMX,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Public Enemy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Mantronix,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
Skaos,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Brothers Johnson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeff Mills,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Trojans,
Pole,
Talk Talk,
Fear,
X-101,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Mad Mike,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
ABC,
Sun Ra,
Accadde A,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
This Heat,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
Roger Hodgson,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Colin Newman,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Barbara Tucker,
Ituana,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.