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 Bangladesh and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Intrusion,
Marvin Gaye,
David Axelrod,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spandau Ballet,
Electric Prunes,
Zero Boys,
New Order,
The Dead C,
Bobby Byrd,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Warsaw,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Swans,
Gang Green,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marc Almond,
Pere Ubu,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
The Human League,
Negative Approach,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.