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 Portugal and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 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 The Detroit Cobras to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Fall,
The Wake,
The Moleskins,
Sixth Finger,
Yusef Lateef,
Stetsasonic,
CMW,
Blossom Toes,
Television Personalities,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Sam Rivers,
The Saints,
Slick Rick,
MC5,
Black Sheep,
Camouflage,
Guru Guru,
The Smiths,
Pussy Galore,
Camberwell Now,
Babytalk,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Foxx,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Axelrod,
The Offenders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Alarm Clocks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Last Poets,
Quando Quango,
Youth Brigade,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suburban Knight,
Lower 48,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
DJ Sneak,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Spoonie Gee,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.